Trapped is this valley, it has a never ending descend.
You continuous call out to me, but all I hear is each bone
smacking each rock, branch, or tree my limbs smack.
You come searching for me in times of need, when I run
my way, instead of going down the path you've made for me.
The final smack of reaching bottom to have all the junk, pain,
every thought of wrong, be washing over every piece of me.
All I can do is call out for you. Knocking on each door calling
for you, but when I finally come humbly your there with open arms.
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