There Is Me
The troubles that lay
No one person wishes to see
Look further than the broken smiles
Inside this bitter end
There is me
Lost children dance on hollow graves
No longer are we free
Spirits calm inside tired souls
Monday through Thursday
There is me
A mask concealing all that is honest
Hidden deep within our Willow tree
A mistaken smile for the genetic branch
Forsaken for our verbal bleed
There is me
A problem within society
Unwanted by birth, never carefree
Have hope my lost children
Broken dreams will not become forever
Someone is there
There is me
Copyright © Stacy Stephens | Year Posted 2008
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