Pen in my hand so still
Mind giving a blank page
Fighting between can and will
My soul suffocated in the cage
Agonizing pain all around
Death casting a spell over young and old
Memories come to hound
Of stories and smiles untold
Yet in the stupidity of it all
Here we rant on about our losses,
About the times we fall,
And our ego and it's bruises
How we fail to see
True fight of true battles
Why don't we go beyond the "me"
And count our blessings
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