At ease on the well of prospect
Not despair
Not this time
Peace will come with respect
Eventualy
It will in time
As numb as I feel at this moment
So dead my poor heart is withered
Broke to the point of exhaustion
Decrepit I feel I can't stand
I have to stand up for me
This time I will
I will empower myself
When my world is standing still
I will move forward
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