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Free or Not

The Blood Inks From The Pen As
It Flows From The Streets.
Tattered Clothes Dress The
Sick And Unfortunate.
Their Troubled Souls Blowing
In The Wind.
"Come With Me And I Will Show

Hurt

Lies Fill Your Cold Blue Eyes.
Pain And Sorrow Burn Inside.
Strength To Get Through The Day.
Please Help Me Find My Way.

Soulfully Seeking

We Are Dancing In The Hollow Of The Cup Of Nothingness.
Of Obscurity And Desperation Met By The Light Of Reason.
Take Her By The Reins And Ride Into The Oblivion.