I Cry On What I Changed Into
I cry on what I changed into.
It’s hard to kill when you have raised it from the farm.
But then again you will never let your family starve.
The Preacher works for penny’s in a pan.
While he hopes you get’s his message – 30 min on the podium
To see new life come true.
Will change that person inside of you.
As a soldiers eye in view.
I cry on what I have changed into.
That’s why here I sit.
Writing poetry with my mind, being sick.
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