Bound
Forlorn these peaks upon which vices stood
These hands so torn from pulling roots
Bunches of dried leaves on dead branches
Toil to stay attached
To see the flower bloom
So unwise to overlook the colours they will bear
We'll waste away in restless days
So we may dream of being so young and innocent again
Reap
What I sow
Pay me back with sorrow
The most violent coward
Obscene and wretched
These hands so torn from pulling roots
Bunches of dried leaves on dead branches
Toil to stay attached
To see the flower bloom
So unwise to overlook the colours they will bear
We'll waste away in restless days
So we may dream of being so young and innocent again
Reap
What I sow
Pay me back with sorrow
The most violent coward
Obscene and wretched
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Writer(s): Jan Obara
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