It’s never free


it’s never clear

Even when you think

there’s comfort

here comes fear

Just because you lock

the door

at nite

doesn’t keep

the evil out

It’s never free

& it’s almost

never clear

I would like to think

that when you find

your spot

You can finally

sit & rest

But that’s when the

trouble starts

That’s when someone

will test your chin

I pray for tomorrow

For its Sun to shine

That’s when someone’s

finger could get itchy

Just when your prayin

and given

Life isn’t free

And just when you think you know

It’s never really clear

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