Sunday, May 23, 2010

The Fight

It is not fair
How could you dare
To give me the tools I need
You poke and prod
And my mind you clog
With thoughts that take me away from the deed
We try with force
To stay the course
But you kick us and break our will
We struggle and fight
With all our might
Until all we can do is lye still
And then we unite
We don’t feel the plight
As Love is then revealed

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