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Walls dark with slurry I clamber up the sides, my life in a hurry But down I slide, ever landing to hard to see Never will I be free I beat myself up every day I cannot climb the ladder this way They tie me down upon the ground The shoes they wear, on me can be found I am the doormat The bridge for them to step up at This work just makes me sadder Why does it really matter The ladder I wish to climb, is slippery you see To succeed at life, is a mystery to me How I wish I could live Even if they would just give Give a little of what they have to me The breads crumbs, I would leave To the next who climbs the wall So they would not have far to fall
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Mar 10, 2012
Mar 10, 2012 at 12:26 PM UTC
To Far To Climb
Walls dark with slurry I clamber up the sides, my life in a hurry But down I slide, ever landing to hard to see Never will I be free I beat myself up every day I cannot climb the ladder this way They tie me down upon the ground The shoes they wear, on me can be found I am the doormat The bridge for them to step up at This work just makes me sadder Why does it really matter The ladder I wish to climb, is slippery you see To succeed at life, is a mystery to me How I wish I could live Even if they would just give Give a little of what they have to me The breads crumbs, I would leave To the next who climbs the wall So they would not have far to fall
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pamela-loykowski
Canadian
Mar 10, 2012
Mar 10, 2012 at 12:26 PM UTC
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