I know not why,
But where, I know intimately.
Here, I am stretched onto the rack
My soul pulled thin.
I do not break, and I do not shatter
But I am bruised and bleeding
O, what pain

I know not why,
But who, I know intimately.
Me, I am stronger than these circumstances
My soul caged in.
I do not sing, I do not create
But time is spinning and flying
O, what waste.

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