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Another sunrise comes and goes The cold little stethoscope tells him so The pain he feels cuts right through the bone This hospital room has become his home The Pain Nothing left for comfort running out of ways to cope Lost the last ray of hope when they found no anecdote Nothing left for family, aside from a son he’s never seen Worked this whole life though, a slave to the men in suits A stack of bills, an addiction to pills is the thanks he gets. Recognized as a marine, served his time for this country. Yet still to this point, he’s not sure what that means Can’t wait for the great escape, inching closer to that grave Totally fine with the end of line and this charade Maybe it’ll all work out alright, a breeze in the after life Like laying by a lake in the cool moonlight Reality’s a dish often best served blind. From Letras Mania