whatever i write is from inside might not conform to any rules poems might have, as I was never taught them, But the world loves a trier.
I stood by a statue, alone on a beach
A picture was taken for a keep sake
That picture was used as a profile update
It was seen my a woman who wanted to meet
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When the dark clouds, Bring the shadows to your day
Think of me
When the sun fails to shine and the rain falls
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An Ocean filled with children's tears
who's crashing waves muffles the cry s of a desperate mother
looking for salvation just beyond the seas horizon
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Did your god cry for their loss my friend
Does your holy book preach peace or hate
Will you dry the tears of the lost loved ones
The blood on your hands colour's your soul my friend
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