The words of tears are powerful
I cry for the men that were sent to wars and didn’t return
but mainly I cry for the ones that did
I cry for the children that have died from starvation
But mainly I cry for the one’s that haven’t
I cry for the wife that’s been beaten
I cry for the drug dealers victims
I cry for the one with the crushed dreams, the stolen hope, the forgotten prayer
I cry for my curse that is aware of such torture, such pain, such torment
I cry for you all, for your blindness.
I got friends that inspire meI got a roof above meI got food inside meBut happiness still eludes me I got all the things I
Sitting on a breeze Washing pain through my head. A sculpture of my death. The last chapter read. Whip the sea into a frenzy. Wander
A rustling can be heard as the leaves shimmer with the vibrations of someone, something, approaching. The dense green foliage that has consumed all in
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