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Aug 2014
Bored as one can be, oh yes that's me
frustrated without a second thought.
Really, if you seriously want to know I
blame myself, oh yeah it's my fault.

I can't quite find my way, I can't quite seem
to find my very own prayer.
I can't see the good side of my face anymore
I look in the mirror I can only find a stare.

All notions have been tested, oh! yes that's me
searching from the bottom all the way to the top.
Quickly sliding further down toward the bottom
of the pit and I just can't stop.

My lion like spirit has taken on quite a beating
Oh! yes these are my tears.
What's happening with all those prayers that
I've stored up for years.

Shout at me and it's okay for anybody who
wants to go all out and scream.
Oh! yes it me and I'm looking for somebody
to wake me up from this old bad dream.
Phillip Blytheville
Written by
Phillip Blytheville  Dallas, Texas
(Dallas, Texas)   
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