Through Tired Eyes by Justin Thomas Squires

I look upon the world
Knowing my place not
Confused from sorrow
Time that guides me borrowed
I stand upon the loneliest of lots

Reborn I once was
But recast into the world confused
Escaping the halls which kept my shadow
Upon its walls
Stained With anew

I look upon the Frightning place with tired eyes


-Justin Thomas Squires
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