ShacklesA Poem by Kismet
I will go down with this ship, I will go down,
One hit or two and your falling towards the ground, We cant keep doing this, we keep on going 'round and 'round, The lights are near, I know, they've just got to be found... You cry with dignity, you just don't make a sound, You fall into oblivion whenever you are down, Drop to your knees , repent, upon your dirty mound, Shackled to your past, you fight not to be bound... (not complete yet...) © 2014 Kismet |
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Added on December 19, 2014 Last Updated on December 19, 2014 |

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