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\"What have I done?\"
I berate myself again and again
For I'm a forlorn son
More importantly: what will I become?

I can't shed my doubts like a second skin
Dry hope encases me
Decay is choking me

Love breeds compassion
Hatred breeds torment
Time breeds a world full of change

But where do I go from there?

When I screamed
Could my voice be heard
In the bounds of your \"heaven\"?
Do you negate the stars?

If I could withstand the pangs of existence
Why should I need you now?
I've been fine on my own, with no helping hand
To suture and nourish the wounds
How can I be a man
When I've spent my whole life
Learning that I could never become
Any kind of man?

Like a great monolith
Underneath the waves
Our purpose sleeps within us
Waiting to emerge

Like a great monolith
Underneath the waves
Our purpose lies beneath us

All I wanted to be
Was your beautiful son
Perennial with the Earth

Where hearts grew weak
And spirits were burdened
Your love prevailed
While others' were shaken

Throughout my life
All the choices I've made were not my own
And now it's time that I shaped myself
Without adhering to the will of those that were questioning my worth
Here I am:
What more can I be?

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