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I could do nothing but hope —for the better days to grace my soul so that I could taste heaven —once more
I could do nothing but cope —with the times too fast for my fragile heart so that I could touch the sky —once more
I raise my voice but I curl in shame —I don't deserve praise nor love—nor adoration but I still want— crave, hunger for triumph no one could achieve
So I curse the heavens slander my heart —I don't deserve grace nor peace—nor perfection but I still scrape— crawl, claw for the home I left so I could live
I could do nothing but hope —for the silence to lay upon my thoughts so that I could speak life —once more
I could do nothing but cope —with the battles I wage upon my own being so that I could be better —once more
