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As the spring coils down
It eventually has to spring back up
From sunrise to sundown
We always hope for another sun up.
Life isnt revolved around us
But for some reason we're stuck on the bus
I wish I could be a teddy bear Smiling no matter what Smile never leaves its face No matter how much they're drug in the mud
The soliloquies in my heart and in my brain
are begging to be released
shouting loud, their words manifested on paper
relinquishing all that has been trapped,
like a caged bird or swirling wind in a cave.
