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It's strange how vulnerable a man can be,
when he's beaten constantly and down on his knees.
How broken and torn must a heart finally get,
before it's damaged enough to die without regret.
We carry our sins and we bear our sorrow,
they mix and make our dreams into horror.
We crossed the same oceans on different boats.
Some of us started sinking, and others kept afloat.
Now I try to save as many as I can,
I'm trying to get us all to land.
How I wish for more strength or a small relief.
If only in myself, I had some more belief....