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Im holding my knees tight
My knuckles are turning white
I m looking for a corner to hide
I no longer have strenght to fight
Tell my people i wasnβt weak
Neither i was a coward
I just failed to accept
what was never right
My story will grace a fancy shelf
Whats the point
When all it will do is gather dust
When it will never see the light
I have been in the battle field
for very long now
My limps lost
My sword broken
Guess this is how
Stars die into the night.
Then tell my folks
My prison ended my life
I was a big bird
I never could be a kite..
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