March 16, 2009
no smile no frown...
no crown or peasant gown....
no heart or faith, just me
the blue sky turns red as men hearts fill with dread
no bread for the poor and no wine for the king
the kind wither, a lost breed some say... no time for kind
no time for more, u just get less of what u want
i want u nothing less or more.... to grow from young to old along your side
the question is the longer some live the less they will love... will we be doomed to share just that fate?

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