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When I fell, I gave my hand again, and again

I broke my knees for them, for them

I’v done wrong, judge me now

I confess, my rule of law, is broken

To have, to hold

It’s justice, you have told

Sorrow won’t solve the unspoken question

And the memory is yet to be stained

In the wayward course of time

Beyond the surface lies the anathema of the being

Sovereign in mind,

Subjected in kind,

Incarcerated, in coercion I live my shadowlife

I stand speechless beside this man

I know I must, I am that man