My Last Stand


I've lent a hand to many people in this land
Compensating for things done in a foreign land
Not one person knows all my secrets
Yet I safeguard other peoples secrets
An illness affects me I do not understand
I do not discuss it for no one will understand
Sometimes I push people away
Not knowing how to say somethings I say
I see the faces of people for whom I care
While others I only see in a nightmare
Life isn't as grand here in this promised land
I often think of returning to that far away land
Tho it may be where I make my last stand

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