is there really any hope left
a man left to die on the ground
a tree withering in smog
a child taught to hide in their school
is there any true escape
what would peace even look like
would it be jesus like
bright and accepting
I do not know
I have lived in my own shadow
for so long
I have forgot parts of myself
that will never come back
I want to say it hurts
but anymore it is numb
like frost bitten fingers
I have nothing left
I only pray for peace to find me
Dec 30, 2025
Dec 30, 2025 at 10:50 PM UTC
is there really any hope left
a man left to die on the ground
a tree withering in smog
a child taught to hide in their school
is there any true escape
what would peace even look like
would it be jesus like
bright and accepting
I do not know
I have lived in my own shadow
for so long
I have forgot parts of myself
that will never come back
I want to say it hurts
but anymore it is numb
like frost bitten fingers
I have nothing left
I only pray for peace to find me
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