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Beat
Down…
When
it seems like life has you beat
Even
in your sleep you can’t get away
Getting
a beat down from life’s fists
No
one around to hear your screams
Echoing
through the night falling on deaf ears
Your
psyche so wounded and bruised
Years
from it’ll still be black and blue
The
mental anguish deprives you of sleep
You
find yourself so lost and confused
Desperately
searching for the inner you
In
times of quiet meditation, you hear that child within
Taking
you down that road of long ago innocence
Way
back when…when you knew how to dream
The
future was ahead, everything seemed possible
…so
long ago
…so
long ago
now
all you can do is try to answer the last bell
life’s
winning by a knockout in this one-sided bout
and
as the fists come raining down on you
somewhere
deep inside your inner child cries
longing
for the days of yesteryear.
4-18-97
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