This Path

February 28, 2010
By Anonymous

I hear the songbird fading
I hear the old mans cries
But my people they lie
I can feel it sink with this blood as my ink
No helping hand no realistic plan
I am a fading spirit
A song with a broken lyric
I walk down this path plagued with pain plagued with wrath.
I walk down this path with the hope that one day love and comapassion will be found in every hollow mans eye.

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