Before thee I stood so many a times
But never quite like this
My hands are bare, they carry naught
And with my skill I hope that I might win
No words of clever rebellion will be uttered here tonight
For many came, witnessed by both you and I
But never did they cherish you and never did they shine
I’ve come to reimburse my heart
Although most of the pain I’ve caused myself
I owe it to myself to be finally fair
Even when my body is uneasily kept still, trembling in your presence
And my thoughts will flutter away from crowds into the echo of an unborn day
Courage has risen inside of me and filled my soul with pride
That at least the promise I could make myself would never tire
To open up my eyes to love
And let her take me to the sky
To try to exhaust my 'charcoal' life
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