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As Above...

a child and broken
silent and left unspoken
it turns to violence
lost the innocence

lost my hope along the way
lost the willingness to pray
gained the conciousness to say
take my hand or get out of the way

buried in memories we left behind
never seen again, but never far from mind
five into one, one and done, done and gone
sunday morning comes and I'm left alone

lost my wings so could learn to fly
discarded halo only brought glancing eyes
gave in and never looked away
gained the conciousness to say

got the freedom to finally say
you're better off this way
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