Sad Eyes Food-Can'T Live With It Can'T Live Without It

Sad eyes that pour out tears wishing those tears can reap some harvest for the poor and unfortunate, the babies and youth the mothers that don’t know what else to do. Sad eyes, my soul cries, my spirit is in contemplation on the next goal, plan, to prevent this foreign epidemic, abroad and in our own homes. Pray… Can’t live without nourishment, substance, or H2O, who really suffers on these roads when there only goal is to gain a piece of bread to bring home to share with their whole family? 10 deep? How the world sleeps with this empty hole of so many suffering I don’t know… Sad eyes My eyes grow weary, my soul is grey in color trying to make sense of it all, my senses are not on point because the results are so lost, and the more I stay tuned to the reality shows the more deeply my soul grows troubled… the reality is there isn’t enough who can give doing so, so with all I got my plot is to raise the bar way above even my head goes, and that grey will grow but eventually that wisdom will grip hold and unfold the untold. Sad eyes Look at the children, you can’t look into their eyes first because the bones protruding from their bodies grab you quicker, the image is real no photo shop no magic show. Just sad eyes… Grab a hold of the tangible, the truth, the real reality is not a show… sad eyes, that pour out tears wishing those tears can reap some harvest for the poor and unfortunate, especially the poor, the babies and youth the mothers that don’t know what else to do. Sad eyes, my soul cries, my spirit is in contemplation on the next goal, plan, to prevent this tragedy…foreign, abroad and in our own homes. Pray…with your blessings bless another being. © 2015