The problem that i for-see
is we still have poverty...

Light gone, darkness still there.
stayed away a long time ago...

I am always waiting for tomorrow
it is true that it never comes...

I'm sorry to say that today I learned what it was
to be in pain, but to be so secretive...

Oh, it was just one night
it should have been nothing...

Each day i wake up just the same
it's like each day is just a game...

He remember that day he remember that kiss
He knew from that day it would be eternal bliss...

Me watched as it danced along his face and heard...
Me heard them inside but my eyes only gleamed...

If only i had said what i really meant.
If only I had done it with loving intent...

There is a place that is left only for me
you can't find it on any map or any globe...

The Clouds are Black and full of water
the sound of a loud clap is just the thunder...

I hate how you have to make a poem almost not just...
before someone will even take one quick look at it...