No more truth,
that could speak without shame,
and for that,
who can we blame?
Not mothers and fathers,
who try so hard.
Nor the different plants,
that grow in our yards.
See one morning,
the world will be true.
And the next a different reflection,
looking at you.
So do I blame the world,
for my dramatic fall.
Or is it just time;
that changes us all?
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Falling In Time
RandomWe all had the world at our feet and now, we are battling against it. Something changed but what and who can we blame for having that torn away from us?
