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It hurts to sit
It hurts to breathe
I can barely move
I can barely see
Can’t look outside
Can’t run or hide
Can’t wake up in the morning
Or sleep at night.
Can’t feel my fingers
Can’t feel my toes
Yet the pain that never ends
I have in crores and crores
Can’t do my job
Can’t study or read
Even my Bible looks like
It’s in Aramaic and Greek.
This is my life
These are my days
Can’t wait until tomorrow
Can’t wait till today ends.
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