Falling Rocks
It’s hard to see the good when your
bombarded with the bad.
It’s hard to crack a smile when your
soul and mind are very sad.
It’s hard to hear angels whisper
when the demons start to sing.
It’s hard to find the light when the
horizon is so dim.
It’s hard to feel humanity when you
hear the animals scream and cry.
It’s hard to see the reasoning when
you get beaten for asking why.
It’s hard to feel empathic when they
burn your love away.
It’s hard to keep your temper when
fools provoke you in every way.
It’s hard to walk a straight line when
life keeps twisting all your dreams.
It’s hard to trust another when no one
is who they seem to be.
It’s hard to find comfort when the
rocks begin to fall.
It’s hard to feel compassion when
your beating down every wall.
It hard to find the sanity lurking in
the back of your mind.
It’s hard to listen to nothing when
inside you starts to cry.
It’s hard to see the point of it when
you know how easy it is to take away.
It’s hard to keep your grip on life
when it changes every second of every
minute of every day.
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