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Scared of living but afraid to die

Cocaine nights are his only high

Screams from the past and shadows in the night

Heartache that burns him in the cold daylight

There’s a pen in his hand but he’s no writer

His heart’s been beaten and he’ll never be a fighter

We can stand by his side and point the way

But he lives alone with that terrible day.

Adam Williams January 2002


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