Rain drops falling but I don't want to hear them 
It's like tear drops falling and I don't want to see them 
Too many times I've cried 
To much of a struggle 
Fighting for something that doesn't want to be apart of that struggle 
To many times I've cried 
To much of a struggle
Seeing things through blurry vision as a young child 
Now I understand that a man should always father his child 
To many times I've cried
To much of a struggle 
For the pain I've splattered on paper 
To keep myself sane 
For the mistakes I've crossed out but proceeded to make them betters things.. To many times 
-Jesenia Castellanos                
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