As the breeze

comes over me

my eyes are awoken 

but my heart is broken 

trying to open

coping with ideas

that life is real

it seems so sureal

will i ever heal

the pain

my name in vain

this is the final strain

as i gasp in pain

eyes awoken

feeling unbroken

this terrible life

provoked by strife

eyes gleaming

maybe i was dreaming 


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