Weaker Not Stronger
The day my friend died
Was also the first day in years that i cried
Where i live you dont cry
Crying is a weakness and you will die
I hate it here
The place I live is the place people fear
Keep me safe i pray night after night
And yet i go closer and closer to the light
I will be here for only a short time longer
And yet it makes me weaker not stronger
Copyright © Zach Aurel Henderson | Year Posted 2009
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