The tides are changing
The beginning has reached the end...
A myriad of Dryad tears,
sipped from the eyes...
You dont have to care
of what they possibly think...
What if life is less then what we thought,
What if life can't be store bought...
*Didn't write this...but it really nice*
I've learned that you can do something in an...
So many thoughts
running through my head...
As the heavens cry,
another child dies...
A woman sits inside her room
Her years are past at eighty-four...
Will you say yes,
Or walk away...
There's a little known fact
That somewhere in your head...
Molten metal fornicating
in madness...
Dear Mr. president,
Do you ever think about the tears...