There's a fire that I lit
A bus I never dreamt to board
Its I that it'll now eat
To tear my heart wide and broad
My soul is running petite
From the burden of carrying this load
Came and see where I seat
It's like holding on a hot red rod
My heart loses it beat
As I tire of walking this road
Till when shall I drift
Away to get away from the old
Mornings damp they greet
Dying dreams woven into a fight sold
I stay thin inside yet outside neat
To hide the flood within the flawed
There's much a man can meet
With a face calm and bold
There's much a man can hit
Without getting bored
Out of life, out of wit
Out of hope, totally cold
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