Samuel Moses


Stains From A Tear Drop

Pains, agony, confused, are these feelings for real
Not even Demarco could write a song to tell how I feel
By losing two more of my friends is like re-living my fears
I still got stains on my shirt from his mother’s tears
As she cried, then fainted in my arms I know I had to be strong
To comfort her, I whispered… “In God’s arms you belong”

Although I feel it’s like a repeat in history
Time to dry clean the black suit and head to the cemetery

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