A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting
maybe it’s all in my head that the world is really this crue… perhaps they are right that I need to let go but i can’t make myself do it
As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
i hear people talk all day but they don’t know the words they say It’s like being on auto pilot same routine
he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him
Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know
They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and
the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
when i came here i was hoping people would stay out of my life now they’re screwing
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
