Heavy is the Eyes, Dark is the Soul
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His head hurts from carrying so much pain
A crown of thorn, a leech in his flesh
Heavy is the head they say, his hands are weary from carrying this load
Heavy is the eyes, dark is the soul
Of the man who's lived through his fears,
Traded his peals of laughter and sowed his tears.
Bruised are his fingers, from fighting his demons
From dusks till morns
Battered are his feet from treading on snakes
Cankerworms from within chewing away, his belly aches.
Tattooed upon his heart, scars from his battles
His psyche is a turf, a golf course of brawls
His mind, a warzone upon which unending bouts take place
His legs are worn out, can't keep up the pace
His arms are too heavy to hold his shield in place
His spirit is still in the fight but his soul's too weary to hold his faith
Miah le rêve
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