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Honors English
by Wes Chisholm

My hands and feet are aching
My pockets they are empty
I can feel lint collecting
I can taste my sins repenting
My headache goes on turning
The images go on blurring
I can't make out, I single one of them

So spare some change sir if you please
Food is what my stomach needs
And on my face that's grease you see
Dirt is to high class for me
And I don't think I can last this time
i'm lost just like an unboxed mime slipping to back, slipping back to light

So understand me if you can
With what I reach is again my hand
For it's been givin back to me
Today's the day I've been set free
So Understand my fellow man
With what I reach is again my hand
For it's been givin back to me
Today's the day I've been set free

So undforgiving as we are
My body's like that totaled car
My eyes are like the smashed head lights
You can't see my face so it's alright
And I'm letting go with a loosening grip
Now my finger start to slip
And I know that I'm falling

So understand me if you can
With what I reach is again my hand
For it's been givin back to me
Today's the day I've been set free
So Understand my fellow man
With what I reach is again my hand
For it's been givin back to me
Today's the day I've been set free

So unforgiving as we are
My body's like that totaled car
My eyes are like the smashed head lights
You can't see my face so it's alright
And I'm letting go with a loosening grip
Now my finger start to slip
And I know that I'm falling

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