Hold me tight
As your arms grasp my mouth in sick delight
Prey for freedom, scream for truth
Reach for hope, look for You
I cry, I plea, scream and dream
Of hope from this reality that is tearing at the seam
I keep my head held high
Trying to stifle a sigh
My memories are hushed
But this secret you can't wait to gush
Inside I'm empty but you'll never know
I'm bright and sunny though inside it's started to snow
Now don't get me wrong
Even a raven can sing a song
Through the bleak dark times
Of this forsaken rapped rhyme
--Storm Chaser
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