Wake Up
No more can I stand
No more must I can bare
My painted Heaven is my boys,wife,and my rocking chair.
As simple as it sounds,its not in my cards;but I can relent;
Too Hell with this;Simple.My bliss
Bliss,wish,Thought I may.My glass is still have full
Yet on the twenty-fith I can say.
The worst holiday that I can remember,well just another December
Everyone is gone,no words to stand tall
I feel beat,I can never sleep
Though when I wake I promise I shall smile
Even if it as been awhile.
We all will die yet few shall truly live
In this year I've lost two kids.
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