We may see the history of hopes… we couldn't last…we couldn't cope…
No words of magic and wit can behold us
Because when times are hard and life is injured
And pain resides in our chest.
We can’t cry, we can’t express,
We choke and get broke along the way.
All we want is cry and to be told
Lies....
Lies and lies we want to hear…
Hopes- they say,are made so clear
And then they say the world rests on hope…
We are made ready to again get broke.
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DAVID ERICKSON
There is a way to fix broke.....Thinking!!
December 25th, 2013
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me too, david..
December 25th, 2013