There were times I stopped reaching;

Ones I stopped chasing;

Ones I stopped hoping;

Ones I started losing…

Nine is but a figure;

Yet you show signs of drift.

I seek for wrongs.

I seek for rights.

I stood in the middle;

Down and defeated.

What will it take to be there?

For moments were once beautiful.

For happiness were once family.

Don’t run; don’t go.

Am I no more than neglect?

Bring me back to where we were.


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