The darkness, like defeat to one eyes
The cloak of confusion seems to be a disguise
That ways of wonder,deception and fear
The one great gift of making everything clear
Don't forget the ones who have less than you
The ones who cry at the thought of not having what you do
Is it a myth, legend or simple tale
That could describe Their deprivations and reasons for their wails
So the next time you cry smile or laugh
Think of what you have and help unwrap the mask
Covering the eyes of others, others who can't see,
How great foul they should be for being them and how greatful I am for being me.
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Murders' Relatives
Thơ caEvery one has different thoughts, different minds, but sometimes we must accept that there is only one way to deal with things and thats to live with it! These are a collection of poems written to show that whether we choose to or not there are thin...
