This is such a terrible
Word...
Echoes
of our chilling...
Sitting alone....
without a single ray of hope...
I want to drink away all of my pain
until I become so unaware and numb...
Another day has passed by
But the cloud is still crying...
Bodies laying in the field,
All the spoils war does yield...
I have a dream
i dream of world peace...
Accept me as I am
Not for who I should be...
Explosions of our own bombs,
Pouring blood on our hands...
I am treated differently
I notice every day...
Another day, another thought,
Thoughts of the world we live in...
A collaborative effort by Melissa and Corinne
~Bone of Contention...