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Jun 2014
No conviction
Or restriction
I have keys to the door
That'll let me into your dark world.

I'm ordering them to stop
Kicking and screaming
Like a baby
That's just felt the open world
For the first time.

I can't condone pain
Or misery
But I want them to see us
Splitting hurt in half.

You're the character
The justice winner
I'm just a feather weighted man
Crying in his hands.

But we can win the fight
Give me a chance to shine
To pick lock the another door
That leads us to light.
Mark McConville
Written by
Mark McConville  Braidwood, Scotland.
(Braidwood, Scotland.)   
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