A pot of rose,
Heaps of prose,
Black crows,
Couldn’t disclose
The hatred that I felt for those
Those who robbed me of my baby
Those who took away the best days of my life
Those whose woes I took for my own
Years of self torment
All for what? I lament
Hefty price to pay
For miserable, sorrowful days.
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Who are these people?
They say they have the right
What a fright!
Souls as dark as night
Wielding ropes that bind
A mother’s might
A child’s sight
Putting out all light
On and on they fight
All for what? I lament
Hefty price to pay
For miserable, sorrowful days.
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I open my eyes to the new day
The dawn breaks
Darkness fades
But the nightmare remains
I daresay I made a mistake
For Heaven’s sake
I pray to God to make it all okay
I have a headache, a heartache
But I lie awake.
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