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It's just that there are more people,
The old & new faces have appeared,
Real, imaginary, temporary, and none,
Sometimes I want to ask god
Forgive me as my soul does have
But this bitter world
Gets even darker
Therefor i have to Make myself stronger
That nothing can make me cry
I can walk through life alone
Because no one is here to stand besides me in my tear
On a long distant, wayward road
I travel down a darkened path
where tear is my sweetest friend
&
See my peace as broken glass,
Still I am fearless,
&
I never ask for help
because no one is here to weep my tear
The story’s told within my eyes,
My lips, they long to form a smile
My heart wants to rejoice
However mind Says I’ll have NO LIGHT!
Sometimes, Somewhere I find light,
I march on ahead that place,
Weeping is the melody
of a damaged soul like mine
Because I m tired of feeling this way
Wasting my breath
Like someone pushing me to the death
I will not listen to anyone anymore
As no one is here well wiser for me
In the end
As my eyes start drying
Because I m tired of crying
I want to tell my story
To say that I’m a tortured soul
With nothing left to show.
As I’m tortured
And I’m weary,
I’m damaged,
&
I’m battered,
My soul may be torn,
My peace may be shattered,
My burdens may be heavy
However i have to crawl
Because I have to get the light
&
Make my life lighted further