So many people passing by
No one stoping
No one caring
So there I lie.
I start to feel the cold set in
The pain starts to lessen
My colour starts to fade
And my mouth fills with the taste of copper and tin
And then I start to wounder
Is this it for me?
Did I do all of what I was put here for?
Was I a good enough Father?
Now my vision starts to fade
It gets darker
And soon i feel nothing
And there I laid.
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