Unspoken words

My conscience's clean, my deeds are right Then why..., I feel so ill inside... I walk alone along the line The actions- someones,but not mine I've changed so much and there's no doubt Sees everyone in vain to hide I'm dead - alive, no sound about... No move, no step, no glance aside I've lost my grip of precious gift And loose my breath and mind... and lift My spirit over dump of dreams... New day redeems... Unspoken words and time through fingers... I loose my hope and life still lingers.
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