There used to be days,
He stared at the waves,
With a smile on his face,
Though his heart was scraped.
For understanding he craved,
Hiding in a dark cave,
His sorrows were caged,
By the judgments raised.
He had no right, to shed a tear,
In the light, he lived in fear,
To survive, he did not need a beer,
Yes he lives, on Earth, right here.
The world would say, he's care free,
I see him walking, bare feet,
This sunny day, on the tar street,
They helped him out, the shady trees.
This sorrow my friend, would fade away,
Our life on Earth, is a short stay,
I know you're hurt, in many ways,
To the selfish world, we all are preys.
Feelings have turned from gold to steel,
Idle creeps in to this life, to steal,
Each day that ends, is a falling leaf,
It's hard, to wake up, from this bad dream,
To the one above, together let's plead.
-Debra R. N. Ludwick-
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