The sun the clouds
The wind and the rain...
Right or left
Up or down...
There are different types of joy
From playing with a child filled with laughter...
There are different types of abuse
From drugs, to self inflicted homicide...
Her life is full of wishes
Of one day growing tall...
Life is so very difficult....
All tha ups and downs, turnz and hillz, fallz and...
If up until today you aren\'t famous
And if it looks like you will never be...
I have something to say.
I have deeds to do and reassure...
"Sticks and stones may break my bones but...
who says that was true, I know that names hurt me...
Racismo
Que palabra tan fuerte...
*By Timothy Lenhart... my best friend 4ever...
Will there ever b pease...
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