Friday, March 11, 2005

A flame turns into a spark.

the light turns into dark.

The sun burns up in flames,

but they still play their little kid games.

Night turns into day

but I still can’t hear what they say.

Blocking out all my fears

trying to hide all my tears.

They can all see the light

but they just stand there in fright

wanting all the pain to go away

but knowing it will always stay.

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