Son


Look for better

And I shall be thy slave for so long

Your thought would be forced to see

That I behold an edge above the all

See if you find a finer one

And I shall bend my neck.

Look into my eyes and speak

That I ain’t worth at all

And I shall promise that I would be

Thy slave for so long

Creep into insides of me

And find what I shall need

You shall find a path with helping trees

And I find those trees in thee

And even if thy refute my plea

I shall back, and forced to see

Me, thy slave for so long.

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