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nameless man finding his purpose

Submitted:Nov 4, 2009    Reads: 83    Comments: 6    Likes: 1   

Nameless man
Broken glass in his hands
Veins cut deep
Face is masked looking sad
Dead in the street
Nameless man has no past
Such a mystery
Crouching low feel him cold
You feel sorry
Here the gong of the clock
You can't believe
Pumping blood, but the heart is stoned
How can this be?
Whispers so clear
But he does not speak
There's a soul trapped in stone
It wants to break free
Nameless man has no past
He is such a mystery
Break the mold, let it sour
Let it sing the symphony
Learn to love, learn to give
Learn to live
Free from cold, getting warm
Learning to breathe
Broken glass thrown away
Wounds have healed
Face unmasked, forget the past
Now he can see
Chains are broken, now he's spoken
He was his enemy
He had to suffer for no reason
But only because of vanity
Dirty hands now are cleansed
He can now believe
The day is back, the night is past
Now a new journey
Nameless man found his name
And his meaning.


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