The road seems never ending
My feet start to feel sore
The bag I had on my shoulders
Seemed to weight more by hour
I knew there was something
"Something" horrible and sad
Inside this heavy bag
I was carrying on my back
Would I dare to look into it?
Would I dare to push back?
I just needed to go forward
Forward and never go back
Dec 28, 2020
Dec 28, 2020 at 1:51 PM UTC
The road seems never ending
My feet start to feel sore
The bag I had on my shoulders
Seemed to weight more by hour
I knew there was something
"Something" horrible and sad
Inside this heavy bag
I was carrying on my back
Would I dare to look into it?
Would I dare to push back?
I just needed to go forward
Forward and never go back
Dead friends come to visiat me at night
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