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Cumbersome
This wieght that I carry
Of skin and flesh
Blood and bone
Has become so heavy
That I can not stand
I'd reach for a razor
But I feel the moving sands
my heart pulls me backwards
Makes its own demands
The blood that must trickle
Can not be my own
I have to keep on walking
Or I will never make it home
Only one thing that I lack
Even fools know
You can never go back
Of skin and flesh
Blood and bone
Has become so heavy
That I can not stand
I'd reach for a razor
But I feel the moving sands
my heart pulls me backwards
Makes its own demands
The blood that must trickle
Can not be my own
I have to keep on walking
Or I will never make it home
Only one thing that I lack
Even fools know
You can never go back
Published 14th Jul 2012
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