What have you from behind those lost nights where the crow cries
And the gears grind in your mind so tossed with concerns
Your heart jumps with thoughts of foreboding to fail your duty
To create your own destiny that goes about where ever not known
No control to steer the desires of escaping dreams and wishes
So you made kids, or did they make you as one can make the other?
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