If anything is really worth
Of saying
If anyone is really worth
Of coming to
Then child, should you stop
Your dirty playing
And leave all drinking and
Inhaling,too.
We are the ones who were
Pushed down from hills
ANd forced to be the ones
We would have loathed
But now there is no room
For fear and filth
We carry in ourselves
Our innermost.
My star,my sparkle, one and only friend
Give me your hand
We`ll make it till the end.
The pain and devastatation now are dead
I promise, things will never ever
Get this bad.
I Know It Hurts
© Copyright: Кант Кникер, 2011
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