Tuesday, August 5, 2014

If I slow down...my heart...it stops beating.
My body...it will wither and die. The lion’s strength is only grounded in her fight to protect the weak. Tears will only blur her nightly watch.
Never free to run alone. Living for the life of others. Burdened by the weight of another.
Wanting to run away.
I tied myself to your mast and got swept away.
Will I ever live?

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