So tired and cold
The weight of your words
Like a storm of unworthy retribution
All I want to do is scream
But I know this in only your byproduct
Of fear and hurt
Still I’m tired and cold
Ready to take my flight
Don’t know if there is any more fight
I need a prayer and guiding hand
Because I can’t see anything other than your words
over and over again
traveling my mind to places that are wrong,
I don’t want to be in the cold.
This is really a tragedy,
Because I know it is not my youth the angers you.
I hope the universe is bending
And my heart has enough faith
Because these stairs look real endless right now.
There is no excuse for words like that
Words that make mercy weep
Weep, weep, weep
I am not your prodigy
I am your pupil, your child of hope
Look at what I’ve done
Where I’ve come
This is not your immature rabbit
This is your product of systems and tempers
This is what you’ve done.
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