An artist, a poet; your charm and your curse,
I absorb all of your pain, until I burst.
And I survive it, it's what I do;
Just to keep on, keeping you trough.
You merit to greater than you are given,
Give me your ache, misery and fears.
Brighten your life with some easier living,
I'll bear your feelings, I'll shed your tears.
My words may be honest and sometimes blunt;
Sometimes they can hurt.
My words lift you up to the heavens;
And slam you back to the earth.
I'm the guardian of lost souls,
I fit no mold, I know no code;
I'm writing for those that yearn to be free,
That is my way of coping with me.
I absorb all of your pain, until I burst.
And I survive it, it's what I do;
Just to keep on, keeping you trough.
You merit to greater than you are given,
Give me your ache, misery and fears.
Brighten your life with some easier living,
I'll bear your feelings, I'll shed your tears.
My words may be honest and sometimes blunt;
Sometimes they can hurt.
My words lift you up to the heavens;
And slam you back to the earth.
I'm the guardian of lost souls,
I fit no mold, I know no code;
I'm writing for those that yearn to be free,
That is my way of coping with me.
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