Broken Home

March 10, 2011
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I see no love,
But a lot of hate,
I ask why
Why was this chosen as my fate;

Broken homes,
Broken dreams,
No one to fix
my broken wings;

Left alone
No place to
call 'home'
I turn every way
And now everything is gone;

I've lost
My whole world,
I'm stuck
lost and dazed
In these lonely days;

I sit here and
Shall I ever be craved,
Hopefully saved;

I'll never know
So I tell you;

A twist a twirl
This is my child abused

I'm still lost,
Trying to find my way,
I pray for me to find it
every single day

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