A Place To Rest The Mind
I live in a guilded cage
A beautiful place
I have food and bed
No job still I am fed
I am chained to history
And bound by guilt and shame
I will never be free
Waiting to die of old age
And my own misery
I have courage but no hope
Letting the momentum slip
Away because
That is my way
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