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Lanta R
Guest
I am here, because they want to hurt him.
They want to see a man, no more than a boy.
I am not fit to breathe this air, so worthless am I.
Why should it matter, if I live or die?
Bound by the promises, we made long ago,
Before it all made sense.
I’m not going to cry; I’m not that weak,
Nor is my life, no matter now bleak.
I’m frightened for him,
For what shall he say?
When forced to make that decision,
On this fateful day?
My footsteps still echo; this means I breathe.
The room is too full, of empty souls.
My eyes scout, and then they find you.
This is your chance, what will you do?
They want to see a man, no more than a boy.
I am not fit to breathe this air, so worthless am I.
Why should it matter, if I live or die?
Bound by the promises, we made long ago,
Before it all made sense.
I’m not going to cry; I’m not that weak,
Nor is my life, no matter now bleak.
I’m frightened for him,
For what shall he say?
When forced to make that decision,
On this fateful day?
My footsteps still echo; this means I breathe.
The room is too full, of empty souls.
My eyes scout, and then they find you.
This is your chance, what will you do?