Squeeze My Troubles Free
I walk in a lonely path
By a lonely creek
Looking at broken glass
Shattered all over the streets
Each shattered glass represents memories of a painful past
Look at last I’m free, I’m free!
At least that’s what it seems to be
In this life I’m only temporarily free
Pain seems to have just came and completely subdued me
I’m captivated in its presence and terrified by its ongoing memories
I can never be at any sort of ease
It just seems that maybe if i put the eagle to my head and just squeeeeezzze….. my troubles will be free
Free at last
Written By I, Brandon. R also known as SpokenTruth
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