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I see the pain inside your eyes and feel the walls around you
Of all the scars I’m sure you have for not one have I found you
There’s no need to make four walls your cell, the inside of your head a living hell
Let the fire out and see that there is room still left to breathe
Of every parasite and fungus grown the most deadly will be your own
A little monster we call stress that always makes you second guess
Where does lie your next foothold, But don’t you see your path is made of gold
Your riches come from lessons learned and when you leave never return
Do not peddle them away; reflect often and somewhere good you’ll stay
I tried to put a little hope in your pocket for the road, but now I see you let it go
Though it’s alright there’s always more to be had from a song, a story, a good shout of “dag!”
but before we go our separate ways I desperately want to hear you say “I believe in me”
For I know no others words can ever set you free
And I hope you know I’m expecting a postcard to the future me
Telling her of all the wonderful things that you turned out to be

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