however, i am amazed at their silence,
and the courage that turns their pain to winter.
how many winters oh my soul?
and be there a spring for each one?
and how do i pen this silence,
that just changed me from summer to autumn?
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hungry, and cant finda way to eat.homeless,and nowhere to go.sick,and cant afford medical care.jobless,and cant find work.broke,and what money you havewont buy anything.(if you have any)hopeless,and nowhere to turn.godless,the god you believed inturned his back,or wont answer prayers.faithless,with no reason to believe.hardened,and wont allow your self to feel.lost,with your back against the wall!
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softly…
on a fresh dug grave…and the mouth of the soulprays in unknown tongues,that the body inhabits.stars, but the reflection,of love dressed in hunger.i wait beneath the willow,thankful for the rain!
be it right or wrong,
set fire to my past,and turned in my keys.drank the rainwater from the gutters,and walked past the edge….searching, just searching,for the home of the wind!