The return to innocence,
is not an easy journey.
I'm going down in life,
The reeper is upon me.
Living in a world where only death is promised.
I've seen my own kind die, the threats are honest.
Don't bother with tough talk,
They speak the language of war.
Soldiers with their guns cocked,
The streets has witness much more.
You've seen it before, Of that I'm sure.
Hope I stay in my flesh,
As I'm taking this breath.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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