Can
you hear its voice?
Trapped
in a wrong choice
Pleading
only to be heard
Wishing
to be free as a bird
Its
skin hardened like a cage
Its
guilt rotting away with age
A
king crowned in thorns
In
a sea of tears he mourns
Feeling
each wave caressing
Keeping
all that is depressing
Under
the ruling of the sun
Ever
alone to remain as one
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