How do you know what I feel
Which moment do you steal
Of all this pain inside
Of those moments I have died
I have had sleepness nights
So many lost and wanted delights
Of cherished moments snatched
Of being left feeling detached
Of all the times I will beg
For no more problems with my leg
No more ulcerations for me to find
All i want is some peace of mind
But it pisses me off today
Because the pain never goes away
And as it was ten years ago
It still strikes me a bitter blow
Now I await for sleep
And my words continue to weep
In five hours my work awaits me
Who knows whatever the fates be
copyright Chris Smith 2007
Which moment do you steal
Of all this pain inside
Of those moments I have died
I have had sleepness nights
So many lost and wanted delights
Of cherished moments snatched
Of being left feeling detached
Of all the times I will beg
For no more problems with my leg
No more ulcerations for me to find
All i want is some peace of mind
But it pisses me off today
Because the pain never goes away
And as it was ten years ago
It still strikes me a bitter blow
Now I await for sleep
And my words continue to weep
In five hours my work awaits me
Who knows whatever the fates be
copyright Chris Smith 2007
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