Through Glass

Hopelessness, the more I grow old
Sadistic, or so I've been told
This bleeding world has stained my soul
I've seen what makes a moment last
And wish to be trapped in the past
Fake attempts to change takes its toll
A child's light is quickly snuffed
No weeps or mourns when dreams are muffed
Catastrophic, like a dead foal

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