Stumble
As I stumble on the steep hill of life
With crippled soul and mind, I struggle to survive
Where was once pleasure
Freely roams disaster
With eyes fixed on the mountain I try to revive
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Thorns of Life
PoetryVOLUME 1 If time could turn back in clocks Maybe then I'd free you from those locks If time travel were possible To the past, for you I would go I would save you from yourself Give you some helpful advice I wish I could do things differently, Maybe...
