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Our Rings to Bear
This circle bright, how came it by me?
Brought from a place so blasted and sterile--
This wheel of fire is all that I see.
What can be done? It can't be discarded.
Please don't ask me to give it to you.
This thing is mine, so don't get me started.
Why would you want it, when you have one too?
We all have our rings to bear--
Something so dark, yet shining so fair;
Burdens to carry to the point of despair;
We all have our rings to bear.
Often I think of myself and not others;
Often I hold something over their heads;
Bright, shining lies used against one another;
Old words etched deep, so fiery and red.
All of us walking the same road together:
You pull your own weight, and I'll carry mine.
Somehow return these inherited treasures,
and cast them all into the fire this time.
We all have our rings to bear--
Something so dark, yet shining so fair;
Burdens to carry to the point of despair;
We all have our rings to bear.
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