Pain
Pain is a beckoning hand,
A voice that seems to say,
“This way!”
Pain is an opening window,
Wide wings that stretch to fly;
Beyond, the sky!
Pain is a light too near,
Blinded, I grope along—
A voice that seems to say,
“This way!”
Pain is an opening window,
Wide wings that stretch to fly;
Beyond, the sky!
Pain is a light too near,
Blinded, I grope along—
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