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Emilia Raye Poem
We take a final breath,
Before you enter the world of the dead.
I remember the night you said,
That all you could see was a bright light and red.
I know the pain will be over soon.
And then you can soar like a released balloon.
Fly way up high into the sky,
Leaving the people who are questioning why.
You're on to a better place.
One that can be consumed in your loving grace.
While we are here trying to chase,
That balloon with your memory as it escapes.
Copyright © Emilia Raye | Year Posted 2010
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Emilia Raye Poem
This is our darkest hour,
I fear the worst for our cruel world.
There's a dangerous, hidden power,
And they don't want us to be heard.
They'll do anything they can,
To destroy this beautiful place.
Because they're all blood thirsty animals,
And don't care who gets erased.
So prepare yourselves for battle,
It will be ugly, that's no doubt.
Get ready to unsheathe your swords,
And release your angry shouts.
We won't let them get ahold of,
What was once so rightfully ours.
Show them something you believe in,
And don't be afraid to obtain battle scars.
This is our darkest hour,
If we don't win, then we will fall.
Change the fate I'm foreseeing.
Don't ignore this final call.
Copyright © Emilia Raye | Year Posted 2010
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Emilia Raye Poem
Brought up in a peaceful world.
Far away from any kind of pain.
Never knew what teardrops felt like,
Unless it was the dark clouds' rain.
Never touched by the evil around.
Pure in every sense of the word.
The softest voice that you'd ever know,
You'd be surprised how many people heard.
Traveled the world spreading news,
Finally having a little taste of the real life.
Was loved, hated, and known by all,
Making a name that was to be recognized.
Copyright © Emilia Raye | Year Posted 2010
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Emilia Raye Poem
She goes her own way,
With nobody to hold her back.
Free to do whatever she wants,
If only it was as simple as that.
She sings a song of fatal attractions,
Not knowing where it came from.
For even though she's close to amazing,
She's never felt the wonder of love.
She dreams of being perfect,
Which is an impossible goal.
You don't have to tell her this,
For it seems she already knows.
She sees that her time will end,
And looks forward to it with sorrow.
As she bundles up her courage and,
Holds her head up facing tomorrow.
Copyright © Emilia Raye | Year Posted 2010
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