Like glass shards lying on the floor
I sit looking at what was left of my pride.
Scatteredw ith the tattered ribbon and pieces of twin that i used to hold it together and placed it up high.
High enough for all to see you, here i sit on the gound.
Stearing at the borken pieces that you brought down.
Knowing that even now you stand there tal and proud
With that bat still in your hands ready to swing at it again.
You took my hope when i was young,
You took my faith and called it wrong
With ever swing bringing down the things that i believed
Making me feel small as you stood there oh so tall.
Knowing that if one of my dreams stood high- i would leaving staind by
So to keep me in this hell you broke my legs
Knowing that i would never tell
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