There Can Be Only One
Run, as I won the lottery of being shunned
a part of me dies, and a part of me runs
together there is one, a choice I have to make
a dream to realize, a force for good it breaks
Never was I woke, never did I sleep
never did I choke, nor did I spit
true feelings of nought, I sought to repeat
cruel ushers of distrust, surrounded me knee-deep