Piercing screams that go unheard
Shattered dreams and empty words
All these things and so much more
Are what make life a tragic chore
They cry, and sob, and weep, and mourn
And pray for hope to be re-born
It's a struggle for survival, and justice, and peace
Or at the very least, for the pain to cease
"But it's their choice," as some may say,
"It's not our fault they live this way."
As society crumbles, cracks and decays
As they break their backs throughout the day
Will they ever be free?
Not one truly knows
But their wills extend as far as the wind blows
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 7:30 PM UTC
Piercing screams that go unheard
Shattered dreams and empty words
All these things and so much more
Are what make life a tragic chore
They cry, and sob, and weep, and mourn
And pray for hope to be re-born
It's a struggle for survival, and justice, and peace
Or at the very least, for the pain to cease
"But it's their choice," as some may say,
"It's not our fault they live this way."
As society crumbles, cracks and decays
As they break their backs throughout the day
Will they ever be free?
Not one truly knows
But their wills extend as far as the wind blows
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