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Defeated...

The sky was blue for them,Purple it was for me..The trees were green they said,Yellow is what i see !The birds did fly around,Hop and skip that's all...The tides did rise for them...For me just ebb and fall..The hope for them was love...For me too life was long,Smiles for them were sweet,For me the times were wrong.All their hopes are false,If all I hope is right,Why cant there be gray,And not just black and white.Why does hope gives tears,Why does dreams weigh much,If only I could change..The things which hurt me such!Together I know they mean-Nothing but none for me,Seeing the losers smile...I wish I would rather be...The bird which felt its wings,The sky which touched its clouds,Did that bird still fly,Was it rain or shroud..Who shall help me smile,Who and when will I...All my life I wept..And yet I fail to cry..To pour my eyes out now,To throw and forget pains,To start afresh again..Like days after night long rains..May I still win it all,Prove myself am right-Can i still look up...Put up a good strong fight..Could I humble those, who mean but void to me..Could I break the cage..And let my soul fly free...Or am i stuck in it, worries life and all...Big talks , life and death.No race, just only crawl..Am i meant for more,Am i worth it too,To do the things i love..To serve myself in true....

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