Swollen feet ran
The beatings began
His younger brother was almost a friend
Who knows if every bruise shows
You'll get a chance to see them again
Pre-chorus
What a way to be learning
A child's fingers burning
It ate up his confidence
Chorus
How miserable!...
I'd rather be alone
But I didn't go through life the way he went...through
Mine's a little less spent
Deep six
A mouthful of fist
He's never really been on cloud nine
Years later
With no memories to savor
Can't blame him for leaving them behind
Pre-chorus
Can you feel his hunger
For dish soap for supper
Well I'd be his confidant
Chorus
How miserable!...
I'd rather be alone
But I didn't go through life the way he went...through
Mine's a little less spent
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Fights Without Fears Within
شِعرA collection of poetry that dives into both the external and internal difficulties of life.
