I'm a writer without any words
I'm a story that nobody heard
I am a voice without any sound
I'm a treasure map that nobody found
I'm a lantern without any light
I'm a boxer much too afraid to fight
May you always know one thing
What little that I have to give
I will give it all to you
I'm a memory bent out of shape
A childhood already bruised with age
I'm an artist without any paint
I'm the deal that everyone breaks
I'm a secret that nobody keeps
I'm a dreamer of someone else's dreams
I'm a farewell that came all too soon
I'm a hand-me-down that dreams of being new
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