The fight


United States
34° 10' 34.7016" N, 84° 17' 27.8736" W

I see you looking down
Wearing a classic frown
I try acting like a clown;
But still your forlorn mounds
It is true silence does confound
To darkness you are bound
But I want you back!
where are your beautiful sounds?
I want to rip off your shackles;
Provide solace...CLICK CLACK!!!
If only I could restore light
Know that I mean right
But I am useless love,
This is your fight.


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