The gusts of the wind, blast,
Ripping houses from there planted down beds.
The blowing ceases to last
But it’s enough to cause some to be dead
...
I'm gone fishing in the pool of dreams
and I'm stuck with the shallow side.
You obviously havent taken a stroll through my world.
It's not exactly a walk through the land of opportunities.
...
For blood stained t-shirts.
For tear pierced eyes.
For the mourning of tomorrow,
and the restless sighs.
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