April 20, 2011
sometimes i long to be a child
with the wool pulled over my eyes
a place where the worst of things
are as improtant as flies
the place where there us no reason to hide

but ive been taking out of that solitude
i was forced into this world
a place unlike the other
i wish i had another

this world of thingss where i am all and alone
i dont have a light to be shown

this place that i live
has taught what i know
it has had many lesssons to show

but it is no world of peace
with all this death and distruction
its a wonder im still sane

unlike the last world of mine
where the diffrences made us shine
here it just adds to the grime

whether its a land or a thing
the diffrence is always judged
no matter what after their hate wont budge

so if your diffrent you better hide it quick
because if you dont they'll beat you with a stick

im the ripe old age of fourteen
i might as well be a grumpy old man
grumbling that fate dealt him am unfair hand

but im more fortunate than others
i still have a somewhat peaceful family
thats more than others have
i could be a man with no home
they have to surive on there own
and probly live there life all alone

I may be alone , but as time has gone on its brought my soul to the ground
it's making its whimpering sound

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