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World Weary

Come lay your weary head, little one
I know a long time you've been around
You must be very tired and weak
After the world has beat you down

You feel hopeless, helpless
Like nobody cares
You want to do something about it,
But nothing is fair

Your spirit is gone
It's the start of your demise
And I'm forced to watch as light drains from your once shining eyes

Your spirit and fire have both departed
You had such a bright future,
You were just getting started

Now, little one, just lay down and rest
It seems as though life has put you to the test

It's over now, no need to cry
Just lay down and sleep,
My sweet lullaby.

natalee

@natalee

I don't have much to tell you. I'm Nat, I'm 15, and I'm ridiculously boring

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Comments & Feedback (3)

Amazing writing!

@nikujagagirl awe, your too sweet ☺ Thanks for the repost!

@natalee You're very welcome!

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