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As I sit here solmn

Quiet and sublime,



I think of wasted years

and also wasted time.



I think about the churches

I've sat in through out years,



I think about the sorrow

I think about the tears.



I think about religions

And faiths I sat and learned,



I think about the hunger

and desire that I yearned.



I think about the emptiness

I always have inside,



I think about the walls

Built for me to hide.



If one wish I was granted

to cast along a spell,



One thing I would wish for

It's learning how to yell.



One thing from another

A chain does each one make,



This chain is getting heavy

I'm about to break.