My Perspective

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Author: Thomas R Wolf III

There are things we can see
Things we can hear
There are people we can be
People without fear
But the darkness comes
And the light dies
We all try to run
But held by lies
Our own bodies and minds
Are locked without the key
We’re left to shuffle through the times
Only freed by what’s seen
But yet the darkness continues
Lost hope and joy
The only difference is you
And I’m your boy
And you are my light
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