2014 One Job May Change My Life
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shackels, chains, and an iron ball force me to remain.
it's self inflicted pain. a pain that has me detained.
i can't escape this dungeon. or any of it's bricks walls.
The face is a canvas
made of fabricated feelings.
Intertwined so delicately
that the canvas looks blank.
Or like a mirror thats designed
to only reflect the smiles.
paint it beautifully with red,
One job may change my life
It may change yours too
Don't just think of yourself think of others too
Where do I start or shall I give you a clue?
You'll find me in a police station
I feel vexed
Society needs to advance
But some people are stuck in a trance
They don't mind
If they're left behind
Just doing as they're told
The same old, same old...
The sun hangs so low in the roomWhere will you go?Lost, we’re lost so low downOne change to save a life,to change the wavedon’t bring it crashing downLife is a luxury
