hear their moans and sights
I see the teardrops in there eyes
our sisters and brothers look far and wide
cross the open sky
longing for something more from this life
Just a hope for freedom,
someone to love
and someone to come home to,
praying to a god above for
something to live for
or someone to die for
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What Even Is Love; My Collection Of Poetic Things
PoetryThe only reason I put this out here was because I couldnt share it with anyone in my life without upsetting them, so here we are... And I use this space as a sorta diary to sort my thought out so sometimes itll come off as greedy or ungrateful or je...
