Thoughts of that joyous, righteous and pure
are swallowed by pride,
for in pain there's no cure.
Where one used to laugh, happy and free
are shackled and bound,
for all to see.
Where freedom, free spirit and power of will
are all pushed aside,
sliding full force downhill.
Deep in your sorrow, you've buried your shame.
Born from foolishness,
foolish you remain.
The apples has fallen right next to the tree.
Surprisingly enough
It hadn't been me....
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