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From silver to ashen,
Through lasting time and fate,
I sit here in darkness and, silently, I wait.
My bleak, rundown fashion,
And personality,
Are chains that restrain me from where I wish to be.
The people I trusted
At last have called my name,
And asked of a favor-my ticket into fame!
A little bit rusted,
I aim to seize this day;
I step to the light and I willingly obey.

When I am here, working,
They leave to have their fun.
They thank me and call me their buddy once it's done.
They leave again, smirking,
With laughter from within.
And without conclusion, my world is dark again.
My kindled compassion
Still shines without a sound.
I failed, but I know I will pass next time around.
From silver to ashen,
Through lasting time and fate,
I sit here in darkness and, silently, I wait.