To America
A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
i’m tired of this old pain i face day by day it’s time that i should leave but i’ve
I want to talk to let you know But I see that you’re dealing, Barely that is, with your own shit I see it in your eyes, In the way you stand
This isn’t a poem, it’s relly just… Of pain and sorrow And the lost maybes of tomorrow For i can’t remember a single happ… i remember smiling, laughing
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own
my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up
what do you do when your worst fears are realized when the words you’ve dreaded hearing have been spoken where will you go now that
we are a new race rising with ice in our blood we will fight any body because we are family “we are a new breed rising
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
people see an outward aperance and think i’m inacent and pure but not once do they look to see the darkness hidden uderneath just because i can make myself
the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard
you said I was an angel yet i only see the demon you said i had beauty yet i only see ugliness within you said “beauty in the flesh”
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and