A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a

i’m tired of this old pain i face day by day it’s time that i should leave but i’ve

If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for

A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time

They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor

I really just want to know what you think what crosses your mind when i

stirring emotions voices in my head i’m so confused this isn’t normal this isn’t right

right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may

The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly