Far From Me
by Mike Pollock
She begs
she pleads.
She cries
she screams.
She wants to know
but she don't believe.
She cuts
she bleeds.
She wants
she needs.
Her hands on the bars
but I cannot be freed.
Night
Is falling
and all I want is
Clarity
Some sympathy
Day
Is coming
and all
I know is
Sanctity
Is so far from me.
He lived
he dies.
He seeks
to rise.
He's held behind
by these chains that bind.
He speaks
he lies.
He loves
to despise.
It's no surprise
that he's left behind.
Night
Is falling
and all I want is
Clarity
Some sympathy
Day
Is coming
and all
I know is
Sanctity
Is so far from me.
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