March 6, 2013
Staying awake at night
Trying to figure out plans for tomorrow
How can i rest?
Seeing the tears of a man
A stone coming to life
A person caging themselves inside
Until we decide,
That the earth keeps moving
Another life is born,
While another grave is made
Season's will keep changing
Our future keeps quiet, until told
Still every morning, the old sun rises
To remind us, we each have a part

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