Life Explained.

August 8, 2010
A bump in the road

Every Minute and hour

But every few days

There’s a bright pretty flower.

The flower soon dies like

Everything should.

But if I could stop the

Dieing I would.

You can't run away

No Matter how many tries

You can't stop the

horribly, terrible lies.

Face it with

your head held high

A way of living

Before the flower dies.

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