Daniel McCann Poems

My closed door, do you care?
when you are in the open air
i wonder why?
the liethal smell of diesal
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We all sat round the table
we were dressed in black
eating sanwhiches
the cans in my fidge
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When I go on that day
I just wanna be able to leave something behind
I would like you to see into my heart rather than my mind
you may go into darkness but by listening you wont be blind.
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You say we grew apart
but I can't not say...
'babe, you threw ya heart'
where did it go?
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Strangers are what we are
and strangers are what we will become
underneith a falling star
we wait for the reason of why everything happens?
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Under the rain
inside my imagination in a place
where there is no race
im happy here
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When the tower falls
the hour calls
through the walls of redemption
the sentence completes the tension
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The other day I walked accross the street
i couldnt believe what I appeared to see...
as I looked at a poor boy who came to me
I asked him his name and he didnt know
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Some things work out, and some things don't
some things hurt now, and some things won't
some things are meant to be
where as some are only meant to see
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The main street where families feud now awaits
while one crew proceeds to meet the other
one seeks revenge, no matter what it takes
they want to see blood, to see them suffer
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