If I fall today would I ever get up again
Behind this wall of dismay
Same place I was then
Did I leave my mark
Did I make my point
Strolling in the park the trees are dying
Looking for the right words
To depict what is inside
Looking for the right direction
Forwards where I cannot decide
Do I get to choose
Or did I restrict myself
Am I afraid to lose what I never posses
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