There is a melange of masked faces
Trouble in every corner
No longer in God's graces
And I started living this life like a foreigner
Downtrodden by the ideal of death
Becoming just another beggar at dusk
Wishing to make this one my last breath
In permanent danger like an elephant's tusk
I pined to gracefully leave
Instead I caused havoc and stayed
I failed to trust and believe
Yet, those that love came to my aid
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