Dear dad
look at all the troubles, all the woes
the state of this world captured in the calls of the crows
hungry children dirty in the dark
loneliness a demon in the room
a thousand broken hearts
hell I know it well
the cancer is spreading
at the end of the world, I'm on my knees
begging you please dear god, find a cure for this disease
you keep telling me not to cry
it's not so easy to try
I have a well to draw on.
A city of cobbled streets, won't leave me alone
whispers to me in the night ' says why won't you come home'.
old beyond my years
caught in the drawl to the white death
Grant me one last request
a blaze of the summer sun
remind me I once was someone
a kid in a cruel crowd
screaming to be heard aloud.
It's easy to give it up to cynics
to fall forgotten into the flood
I am not one of those.
a small grain of sand, a globe in the hand.
Where did all the time go.
Nothing sums it up more than this.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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