I'm wingless bird, not to yearn to fly.
Pondering over miseries, long enough a fact.
Weeping blood streams left me so drained.
I'm flowing river, ain't finding end of line.
Oh, what have you done, you wretch,
And in deep darkness i rove.
Nothin in line, sans hope, sans taste.
No man apprise, all hopes are waste.
To a straight road, got nothin for my pain.
Enough to move on, enough to feel again.
Nothing but__ didn't squeeze enough to feel,
Enough to heal, enough to love, live again.
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