The first kick I took was when I hit the ground,
You end up like a dog that’s been beat too much,
Till you spend half your life just covering up,

Hit the ground before I knew it wasn’t the end,
Too much never came, the blows never went,
And you start to go numb when it rains,

Go stupid because you can’t understand,
Stop when you can no longer crawl,
Say nothing, do nothing, feel nothing at all

The kicks no longer hurt, the bruises never show,
Waiting for the next blow, another thing that didn’t happen
One day just memories in a song you never wrote.


Photo Credit: Woods of Desolation
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