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C.M.T The Blighted years
C.M.T The Blighted years

 

Had you                      All my blighted years I’ve had you  

 

Loathe you                 I loathe you more each day  

 

Wrench you                I wish that I could wrench you, wrench you from my soul  

 

Throw you                  And throw you, throw you miles away

 

 

Weakness                    You fill me with your weakness,

 

Feel                             I feel you everywhere

 

Spirit                           But you cannot, will not break my spirit

 

Try me                         Come on and try me, try me if you dare.

 

 

Heart                           This heart is full of music

 

Chance                       But you never gave the chance,

 

Feet                             For these puny legs and stunted feet

 

Dance                         To run or jump or dance

 

 

Sorrow                        Sometimes I filled with sorrow

 

Cry                              I could hide my face and cry

 

Young                         When I was young and you were strong

 

Die                              I wished that I might die

 

 

Sterner                        But now I’m made of sterner stuff

 

Joy                              My life has known much joy

 

Hurt                            You cannot hurt the man I am

 

Boy                              The way you hurt the boy

 

 

Run                             These legs may never run or dance

 

Care                            But I no longer care

 

Head                           I live a life inside my head

 

There                          And you can’t get in there

 

 

Joy                              My spirit runs and jumps with joy

 

Sing                            And dances when I sing

 

Muscles                       You don’t need muscles in your mind

 

Bells                            Nor strength to make bells ring

 

 

Worst                          So do your worst, you devil’s work

 

Master                         You will not master me

 

Strength.                     Your weakness is my strength, begone

 

Bother                         For you don’t bother me

 

 

Charcote Marie Tooth?…Never heard of you!



© omronicus


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Comment By vulcan on 2010-07-30 at 07:09:46
Powerful, moving...a superb piece. It has blown me away. All sufferers should have access to it. A Golden Pen winner without a doubt, to my mind. Congratulations Omronicus.



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