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He Cannot See The Good

by kayla-hensley

Dark shadows That is all he sees He cannot see the good, The green leaves upon the trees He does not even notice How the sun can shine so brightly How a day can be so beautiful When nature smiles slightly No, all he sees is the black of night and the ghouls that hide among it The monsters clawing at him Reaching to where he sits If only he knew he is the creator of all those awful things And brings it upon himself the horrors that they bring I have tried to show him That he can fight the darkness He can save him from himself And he can be victorious But he has no ears for my words He has no sight for my actions He cannot see the good In the world around him If only he would give it just a single chance He'd finally feel happy He'd hold a happy stance I will still remain I will try my case To open up that door for him That will release him from dark space
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Oct 4, 2013
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