The Great Gesture For Freedom
By Derek Walsh

I grow weary
I grow weak
I grow restless
Death I seek

I was hungry
I was old
I was fragile
Skin grows cold

Life of torment
Life of pain
Life of anger
Wrist and blade

Hid from terror
Hid from friends
Hid from darkness
Soon will end

Always frightened
Always need
Always cower
Now I bleed

Futile future
Futile past
Futile motives
Peace at last

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