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It's been 4 years living with a strange form of Arthritis and its time I wrote a song.
I am no lyricist but oh well. Here goes.


It struck in the dead of day
Took hold, it was leading the way.
Engulfed, feeling crippled and cold.
So young but so withered and old.

And I'm bound,
Shackled in silver Lies
Trapped in my new disguise
And I'm bound,
Be gone when I close my eyes
And dream of big blue skies
Oh I'm bound

Four years move so slowly
Each one so unholy.
So many dreams down the drain
And I know I shouldn't complain

But I'm bound...

Created: Apr 07, 2010


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