they open the door
mabe your poor
you belong
some the tone
for a better llife
for you and I this is no lie
it was not wrong
THE FIGHT FOR RIGHTS
GOES ON
Lord has blessed us life to serve
Not to blow up in ashes and smoke
How can one help others and solace
When he himself needs stoke
Nor can bring any good for him
Neither of any worth for others
Being a black mole on the life
Becoming a burden losing all druthers
Peering through the window chaos but in my heart calmness,
Walking through a crowded hall in the atmosphere I felt this,
For years trained in battle holding my composure,
I thanked the Lord he trained my heart for the occupation I was about to encounter,
There were times reactions failed but they were meant to be,
For if I never fell to the ground my eyes would never see,
The value of love stilled my heart with patience to truly know,
To stop assumptions from breaking me down and allowed my heart to grow,
Through many tears and trials I never gave up the fight,
I loved the hearts that taught me because it changed my llife.
The Cure
I lay on the ground, I cant help to wonder why.
Why did you just leave, and walk right out the door.
You saw my pain and you knew what would help.
But you were too afraid, and too vain to see it.
To see that all this pain that I endured, was your fualt.
I told you over and over it wasn’t, but guess I can lie just like you.
You mouthed the words of pity to me, you didn’t say them because your heart wasn’t there with them.
I heard them all nodded, and started slipping away, but you turned and walked right out of the door, and right out of my llife.
As I started to slip away, someone walked into the door that you ran out of.
And they had exactly what would help,
They had love.
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