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Friday, January 15, 2010
- inspired by the recent Haiti devastation.
Suddenly
Sometimes you get so close to the edge
But never fall
Instead you watch a friend tumbling down a rocky cliff
Just want to close your eyes
Pretend it's not happening
But deep inside, the truth sinks in
At a standstill, and nobody's moving.
Vengeance squirming its way through
The broken and bitten parts of your weak soul
How can you see the light when your eyes are not there?
So many roads we have taken, too many people pass us by
In the end, you can't bear to see what's ahead any longer.
There are times when you get caught in the middle
You can't take control of demented dreams
They say it's all in your hands
But the way I see it, most things aren't.
Not all illnesses have a cure to them..
A person can be a timebomb
Played around helplessly like a shadow puppet
But that isn't the most heartbreaking thing...
You just take it a day at a time
In self-denial, telling yourself it'll be alright
It won't happen again
But anything is bound to happen
You just never know
........You never know.
I'm not afraid of death,
but of what it has taken away.
No one would understand
No one would listen to what I have to say
My plea, is not for peace
To be free, to have a name, to have a home
That's all I need
But no, I'm just part of the statistics
Part of another major event recorded in the media
A tiny voice amongst millions
We're all just part of another promise
Have you ever wondered why this always happens to the poor?
How long more before the hole is mended?
Because I'm just someone
waiting to be laid down in the scorching sun
just another corpse that will be washed away
into the ocean of ashes.
Take another picture,
Write another story,
We know you have helped us,
But the loss of
Our parents, children and other loved ones..
That lasts forever.
Who can carry them back home?
Who can bring us to them?
...who?
2:16 PM
