it's dark and cold where i remain
a land of wind - a land of rain
i'm in command -just of myself
my only master, decide my life
i don't need you in me !!!
it was your turn to close your eyes
to feel my pain caused by your lies
not in command -just of myself
whence the might? whence the suffer?
where did you get this might about me ???
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by Dickinson