Someday I will find
Someday I will find that grave that was made for me in time. as I grow old gray on my head it’s been hard to get out of bed there is a bed in a grave that was made just to fit my gray head I am wore out this life has taken its toll I don’t think I can get up and go my body is reeking with pain you see its harder to walk its scaring me.
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