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There he is,
Standing in the dark,
The one standing alone,
As I see him through the wires,
And his enemy that lies inside him.
Spraying a layer of bravery,
He is marked as the one to follow,
Deep in his thoughts, lost though,
He embarks on the journey,
One he knows will make him hollow.
He listens to all these engines,
And the mourning of their rave,
And then he talks to his silence, head held low,
Asking and pleading to be brave.
He has worked hard,
To coat these layers, surround himself in the disguise,
The time has long gone, and is a part of history now,
No point try and be wise.
Roads made of dust,
Make up to be around,
There he is,
Standing in the dark,
As I see him through the wires,
Holding on the ground.
Tired he is, tired look the eyes,
This night seems to have no end,
Luck is deserted for smile, and for forgiveness it cries.
He recalls the scenes again,
The ones he committed for all this to fall upon,
He wants to talk and vent it out,
When, is the question,
Who will, hear him shout...

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