Sometimes in life,
we cry...
Sister,
the sun is rising...
A dry flower falls
from pages yellowed with age...
Each block we moved,
Each piece we took advantage...
Times will get better ....
Times will get better, so people may say...
At times I sit, within myself I look
My joy and pain, my sun and rain, I see...
I can see the storms are rising,
As my daytime turns to night...
Over a period of years,
the mountain view has...
"I don't want to see you miss the chance to...
and I hear the mistakes she's made in a cracking...
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Juxtapose belief with pain and suffering...
If i really sat down and let the world destroy me...
i would explode physically turn the world to what...
If God has helped you through the storm,
Is it not your duty to then perform...