Dan Jensen - Incomplete

I can't speak.
I feel so weak..
Rise me up again..
Let me feel the flame..
The flames coming from the sun..
In one quick rising run..
Now please let me speak..
Change me from being incomplete.

I was born to be a failure..
Is there anything in this world pure..
Pure enough to help me realize..
But none, none heard my cries..
I started falling..
Nor none heard my calling..
I felt shred apart..
I feel no beat anymore..
In my burried heart.

I now though walk alone..
I walk towards the death's throne..
Here I stand, ahead of it now..
When I hear the shattered cry of a crow..
The pain in my ears twists..
I feel the pain again, on my wounded wrists.

I was born to be incomplete.

Dan Jensen

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