I've bought to borrow
I opened the door and nothing appeared
Just the cold embrace of sorrow
And away you've veered
Stillness was then broken
By me, the neophyte, and my silence
I know you can hear me amidst my tone of soft spoken
And my retribution is not an act of defiance
So, I may walk with a shimmy and shake
Letting the breeze penetrate my knees
I may have tears in my eyes, but it keeps me awake
And so as my story unfolds, I'll get there...Just wait and see
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