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A fresh grass rising from the ground Swaying by the winds command It doesn't know its purpose Nor can't say when it will be used. It's just there dreaming for a better day
I eased my eyes wide open As the day had already started My uneasy mind is stranded Lingering effects from last night’s last call The nights are hard to handle And the pills are hard to swallow
Where did you go My Soul, my soul? Oh God do answer For only you know. My soul, my soul To where did you leave? Or are you trapped within pulsating walls Where the darkness does so cleave?