Bed of Needles

I’ll take a stand if it means you’ll see,

Despite it feeling like a bed of needles.

I’ll prove myself, if you’ll spare the time,

Although I know you won’t open your eyes.

What does it take, to wake you from your slumber?

Is it gold and riches, do you demand your luxury?

Perhaps my time can be invested elsewhere,

But we both know I’m cursed to find you.

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