Never Would Hurt A Fly Poem by Curtis Mosby

Never Would Hurt A Fly



The mirror of tears surround the night.
Everbody mourn the death of a life.
Innocence and to young to bury.
What a heart to carry.
As a mother raising her child in this poverty.
No mother could have had a greater son.
He love the world and if anybody knew him.
The growing of his love had just begun.
I find no peace in this pain.
Dear god why not me I explained.
In the rain I cried along side his wounded body, as he close his eye's.
That moment never fail to repeat itself.
I remeber when he taught me to feel the pain,
of the one I hurt.
I shed tears on the dirt that your under.
I sometime's wonder why do the good die young.
You left and your death brought tears in my heart is
where I keep you near.
Against all odds you did more than try.
To change the world and this is how you die.
On accident...
Knowing he never would hurt a fly.

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