He’s losing his grip
He’s beginning to slip
He’s lost from the light of the day
All that was in now gone
And he won’t last for long
He’s beginning to fade away

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Addendum to the previous::

There’s right and there’s wrong
There’s the dusk and the dawn
But who do you group shades of grey?
How do you know
When to stop, when to go
And when to come out of the rain?

He’s sold himself out for you
And he’s got no strength left to get through
He’s given his all and has got nothing more
He’s suffered the fall but can’t swim ashore
How do you fly without wings to the top?
How do you save things you haven’t got?
And what did he do it all for?

How can the blind learn to read ‘tween the lines?
And the deaf hear the passing of time?

Not Dal's class, lol. This is... I wrote it way back in 2000. Sort of...yeah. I found the addendum part this summer when I was cleaning my room, tucked away in a journal. Don't actually remember writing it, lol, and it's obviously not finished, but there ya go.

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