Bable
at this hour let it ring true
he who sits and waits is the fool
a coward cries unto none
the fearless seek forbidden fun,
the heart that bleeds for love
screams in anger to the lord above
he who reconciles with the way things should be
never learns to be free
words tossed to paper never making sense
fall to those who see ignorance
speak to soon
a thought not though through
easy to judge another
harder to call him your brother
in the years that past
it's words that last.
nothing to write but wanted to
dumb lines I wrote for I have nothing new.
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