Desperate man
Fixes hope, forgets his plans
Loneliness is a rutted path
He sinks his feet into the weedy grass
Man succumb
Given in to the bribe of love
The choice was never his to make
His spirit bends until it breaks
Weary man
Runs his eyes into his hands
If life was nothing but defeat
What sweet freedom the end brings
Desperate man
Forgets hope and forgets plans
Loneliness his abandoned path
His body sinks into the grass
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