Petals In The Grass
I Own
Save your prayers
While I decay
There really is nothing
Left to say
Born into violence
I reflect
It's what my elders
Would perfect
Whip my legs
Whip my back
Such precision
Was their attack
In their eyes
I saw their distain
Left with nothing
Left with pain
In the streets
I walk alone
All these memories
That I own
While I decay
There really is nothing
Left to say
Born into violence
I reflect
It's what my elders
Would perfect
Whip my legs
Whip my back
Such precision
Was their attack
In their eyes
I saw their distain
Left with nothing
Left with pain
In the streets
I walk alone
All these memories
That I own
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