Tangled lives
Tangled webs
Different lives
Many wept
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Why is it that our culture are worlds apart.
I have life easy, they have it hard.
While i sleep on a bed, they sleep on grass.
I take my allowance, but they beg or fast
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Thankful I’m alive
Living, though in strive
Nervous yet confident
Made very evident
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Is there even anything that’s real?
From the rising of the sun to the ceasing of a gale
The different strokes of a pencil mark a man
The different tones of a pencil can change the bend
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The world today is a dreadful place
Filled with gangs and kills and vice
To live a day with joy and peace
Is to eat and sleep and live like mice
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I am afraid of the millions of ways
For a man to die
In the millions of days
I am afraid of the sea of people
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My birthday wishes
Don’t wash the dishes
Get my presents
Friends all present
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Why is it that regret comes only after tragedy has befell?
Why cant we turn back the clock?
How i wish that now, all is well.
Perhaps see light in this fog.
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I laugh when someone thinks of the future.
At times I ask, is there a future?
For I see none.
In this world.
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I asked the heavens
Why I was born
To this world of injustice
Destruction and scorn
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