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Appearances The hope of judgement The expressing of oneself a tool for sentiment Judge not the appearance of the woman  Nor the postured stature of any man She never meant it No money she had to end it Then judgement was thrown against it Her silence lives where pain went..   As she walked through a doctor's doors You called her everything Then a little bit more As she lost what was dreams Still hated ever more.. Forever scorned.. He was kind Society is so blind No one is born with baggies in hand Money is torture, so he made a drug plan Now take the father or mother They simply fell ill Yet even still verbally they abuse them Hating them on a whim at your will.. Homeless after a career A Mother A Father You created their fear And on the streets humanity ends Pain draws so near.. Looked at as bums.. Seriously? My God *** This leaves me stunned Anger of all gods we wrote into existence Now only fuel for each instance of judgment Harsh words in an instant Devoid of raw substance What have we done?  Do you not see this? We took love and kindness Now they seem dead I want to live freely.. As my heart burns in my head.. I think of good soldiers chock full of lead What have we done? We should have loved instead.. Look at them Real lives That have been rendered dead A horror, tears on our pillows Souls of weeping willows.. The unspoken thoughts that live in my head Beg you to care instead.. Please learn love.. Kindness.. We can still make it If we work hard at it, friend.. We can end up ahead Speeding toward goodness A lesson Pain of the past Light speed for light years.. Years long  Tears fall strong.. I sing with words silent Setting aside my hells inside.. Sometimes in life you just gotta move along.. Will you hear my song? Because we have had this strength ... Had it all along..
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Oct 26, 2020
Oct 26, 2020 at 7:34 AM UTC
Begging For Change
Appearances The hope of judgement The expressing of oneself a tool for sentiment Judge not the appearance of the woman  Nor the postured stature of any man She never meant it No money she had to end it Then judgement was thrown against it Her silence lives where pain went..   As she walked through a doctor's doors You called her everything Then a little bit more As she lost what was dreams Still hated ever more.. Forever scorned.. He was kind Society is so blind No one is born with baggies in hand Money is torture, so he made a drug plan Now take the father or mother They simply fell ill Yet even still verbally they abuse them Hating them on a whim at your will.. Homeless after a career A Mother A Father You created their fear And on the streets humanity ends Pain draws so near.. Looked at as bums.. Seriously? My God *** This leaves me stunned Anger of all gods we wrote into existence Now only fuel for each instance of judgment Harsh words in an instant Devoid of raw substance What have we done?  Do you not see this? We took love and kindness Now they seem dead I want to live freely.. As my heart burns in my head.. I think of good soldiers chock full of lead What have we done? We should have loved instead.. Look at them Real lives That have been rendered dead A horror, tears on our pillows Souls of weeping willows.. The unspoken thoughts that live in my head Beg you to care instead.. Please learn love.. Kindness.. We can still make it If we work hard at it, friend.. We can end up ahead Speeding toward goodness A lesson Pain of the past Light speed for light years.. Years long  Tears fall strong.. I sing with words silent Setting aside my hells inside.. Sometimes in life you just gotta move along.. Will you hear my song? Because we have had this strength ... Had it all along..
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Oct 26, 2020
Oct 26, 2020 at 7:34 AM UTC
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