Was growing up into a great donkey
A sweet donkey everyone sat on
And decided which direction it should go
Walking miles in heat and discomfort
Swallowing my complaints, careful to not spit them on gold diggers
Didn’t even know I’ve got places of my own to go
Finally found my path rather late
Finally found peace
Staring straight at the new dawn
No turning back to a screaming past trying to hold me back
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