Hard Times
As the sand sifts through my hands I fill helpless,
I can't stop the hurting I can't stop the tears I can't is the the worst way to fill,
bound by life for a man can't change fillings,
tied for my hands can't remove her pain.
Kriptonite are the tears that I can't stop,
helpless to injustice of the forgotten
my only strength is patients
my only action is to stay the same,
This to shall pass,
every cloud has a silver lining,
you have to go through hell to get to heaven ,
is my defense this game,
As the sand fills the other have of this hour glass
troubled times pass,
for every dog dose have it's day
and as she dries her tears troubled times are tamed.
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