A Place Called Joy
I been searching..
All my life i been searching for this place called joy,
I have heard the stories of the place called joy, i heard how the skies are
the brightest blue , and the grass is candy green. I heard how your smile is like rain and
your eyes become diamonds.
I searched high and i looked low. I shed my tears that could create rivers; split blood
that could save millions. But still i haven't seen joy. I haven't touched her grass, i
haven't behold her beauty. I only seen pain and heart-ach and i start to wonder if joy is
even real, or maybe she died.
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