Stream of tears bust
Life turns a tragic nut
Battered all over with Swell and leg rust
Trampled on like antelope who's horn was lost
I crawl for survival
A Motionless snail
On the run from the sun my rival
Pinned by forefathers sin
To wrestle with sorrow in the ring
The flood in my eyes sing
The song of sorrow miners will never dig
©marvellas
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