Endless
Sadness becomes us as a people, as a whole
our souls are stole by the ones with light,
give us this day... our daily fight.
Lord God they say, I say in plight,
let me make it through the night.
'Cuz in the in night I can thrive, survive
'til tomorrow's lasting blight.
Copyright © Olin Poems By | Year Posted 2015
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