Identity stuck with occupation
The work is strictly forced
Legs bend until exhaustion
Dreams of driving that Porsche
Waking to an empty mind
With no expression or remorse
Tired of trying to find
The identity that flew off course
And every day that goes by
Every month that settles in
A year that ends in shackles
You must be brave to try and win
The bluebird flies with the breeze
With the colors that shine so bright
Nestled in the branches before the early freeze
The yellow leaves fall with such delight
A grey sky that circles around
No sound during the morning of snow
No footprints on the soft ground
Silence is the only thing we know
The rain drowns out the sorrows
Gives life to the green land
We will not share our tomorrows
For today will be the last we shake hands
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