Day in , Day out , we work
Day in ,Day out, we live
Trying to find our purpose
Struggling to be ourselves
No wonder we're always nervous
I realised the other day life's too short to spare a moment
And watching my dear friends, I felt motivated
A girl who was raped twice living life to its fullest and forgiving her abusers
A man who lost everything but still trying to gain it all
We were given legs, so does it not mean we would all one day fall?
But what happens when the ones we need disappear out of lives?
Can we still live on?
Do we still have hope?
But happens when everything we love turns to dust or dies?
Do we still seek more?
Do we still hang onto that small piece of rope?
It's been cold these days
The night's have been colder
I'm just an average guy trying to find his purpose trying to find
that small ray of light
Trying to live and fight with all of my might
Right now I think I know what my purpose is
What's yours?
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BLUE MOON
PoetryJust two teenagers who have a love for words and writing. This book is a compilation of original work written by Either: Blueflame A musically talented guy Or Moonlight Awkwardly addicted to oreos and Harry Potter. We hope you enjoy our poetry. L...
