Do you ever thing there could be more than this,
more than rain and sun together,
more than all the things that matter,
more than a forever?
More than rain in the evening,
and sun in the morning?
More than just a stupid meaning,
behind an old warning?
More than love, played in a movie,
a romance scripted from the TV?
More than the stars, that we count,
and more hearts that are really found?
More freedom than we ever saw,
and less fake behind a law?
More souls that can't go on anymore,
and more dead ones, therefore?
Who's going to answer this?
Who's going to stop the fight?
Who's going to take care of the ones that can't fit?
We should be, we should go out in the darkness and put on the first light.
H.R.
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Some Different Words
PoetryThis is just some poetry written by me, for everyone who needs it. If you need a window to look out of your world or out of a place you are hidding in, just take a look and maybe lose yourself for a while.
