The End Does Come
From life to death, From breathing to taking the last breath, from eating with a smile to living with a frown, so many dying in this town for those who choose the wrong, they never feel pity for those they hurt, they always feel as if they don't belong many left with a broken heart, for those of the victims never heard for, I see you, I see your pain, if you listen close, you can hear the singing bird, what could the wrong possibly gain for those that sit back and watch you should help those in pain, maybe you think the bullet is Dodge for once don't focus on your own gain.
Copyright © Tatum Westmoreland | Year Posted 2023
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