
There has to be more to life than this
A vision with no strength to execute it
I became an expert of conviction
I taught myself not to really care
Secretly I stare at my canvas
Hoping and praying that one day
I will have the strength once more
To create and put to life what know I can
The sound of his heavy steps ring clearly in my ear
Oh no it's time to go back to my shelf
Maybe tomorrow I will
I tell myself as I lock my chest oh how I wish to be free

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