The one person who will do no wrong,
The one who will sing you to sleep,
With your favorite bedtime song,
The one, when the chips are down,
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I look into the mirror,
and see you smiling back at me,
i touch the cold, reflecting glass,
But your gone,
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The boy stood,
gripping ther rusty chains,
of the decomposing swing.
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A young soldier takes a deep breath before battle,
Now millions of miles away from the golden plains and the cattle,
Fearing for his life, and another battle loss,
He closes his eyes, and grips tight on his golden cross.
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My body has changed forever,
The needle piercing my skin,
Making forth an image, the art so clever,
Ink marking my heritage, and my kin.
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I remember when I bumped my head, while hitting a basketball with a bat and it bounced back and hit me in the head.
I remember my first concussion; I felt a warm stinging sensation down my spine.
I remember the first time I seen my Dad cry, my uncle died and a single tear streamed down his cheek.
I remember my first no-hitter; my arm felt my arm was a live untouchable rocket.
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As I walk through the dark,
My shadow flickering under every streetlight,
Sick of wars and masses of chaos,
For I walk with peace with all my heart.
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I looked out upon this world’s pollution,
All cooped up like a lab rat in an institution,
Bombs blowing up here, Litter and garbage there,
I hear Mother Earth crying out,
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War, where do I start?
The thought of it gives me the bitter taste of tart,
What dream does it fulfill?
Except the fact that all it can do is kill.
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