Cold Poem by Terry Coates

Cold



Cold, empty, black at heart
I am a person who has really fought
Fought for the rights to grow and grow
Till God comes and tell me my role
When that day come I will do wats right
To go to heaven
To sit next to my father
Cause I am his son

Friday, May 9, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: father,rights,son
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