Through these bloody eyes,
Things are blurry,
Throught these battered lips,
Words are slurred,
Through this torn skin,
Flesh is scared,
Through these bruised nostrils,
I can smell the sent of fear,
With these mutilated feet,
I will run to my own grave,
With these tattered hands,
I will clean my tracks for those following,
With those soar and wear legs,
I will jump over a mountain,
With these punctured wings,
I will fly across oceans,
With these sliced and cut arms,
I will climb a cliff,
With these tattered fists,
I will fight off an army,
And with this beautiful mind,
I will always be happy
Things are blurry,
Throught these battered lips,
Words are slurred,
Through this torn skin,
Flesh is scared,
Through these bruised nostrils,
I can smell the sent of fear,
With these mutilated feet,
I will run to my own grave,
With these tattered hands,
I will clean my tracks for those following,
With those soar and wear legs,
I will jump over a mountain,
With these punctured wings,
I will fly across oceans,
With these sliced and cut arms,
I will climb a cliff,
With these tattered fists,
I will fight off an army,
And with this beautiful mind,
I will always be happy
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