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I walk alone along the street, faces blur, I just see feet As I push my way out through the crowd, I’m not here, I’m falling down. Breathing out, breathing in, Dark and black through my head spin. I walk alone full of despair, some people turn, some people stare No-one can help me, some have tried, to ease the pain the tears inside. The tightness grips my heart, the pain Will never leave; my life’s in vain. I walk alone my love has died, a cruel and twisted turn in life. My lips are numb, my feet are lead Please someone help me clear my head. Despair and rage, I stumble down Someone helps me off the on the ground. I walk along this busy street, some heads turn, some others greet, My mouth is dry I cannot speak, the dreadful words I must repeat “He’s dead. He died. My child has gone War has taken my brave son.” I walk alone, freedom is won, in this land where I belong But others do not have the choice, freewill to act or sound their voice We tried to help, protect, survive, but is their hope worth all our lives?
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Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 3:40 AM UTC
I Walk Alone
I walk alone along the street, faces blur, I just see feet As I push my way out through the crowd, I’m not here, I’m falling down. Breathing out, breathing in, Dark and black through my head spin. I walk alone full of despair, some people turn, some people stare No-one can help me, some have tried, to ease the pain the tears inside. The tightness grips my heart, the pain Will never leave; my life’s in vain. I walk alone my love has died, a cruel and twisted turn in life. My lips are numb, my feet are lead Please someone help me clear my head. Despair and rage, I stumble down Someone helps me off the on the ground. I walk along this busy street, some heads turn, some others greet, My mouth is dry I cannot speak, the dreadful words I must repeat “He’s dead. He died. My child has gone War has taken my brave son.” I walk alone, freedom is won, in this land where I belong But others do not have the choice, freewill to act or sound their voice We tried to help, protect, survive, but is their hope worth all our lives?
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tricia-lucas-clarke
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 3:40 AM UTC
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