Sight of pain


United States
33° 7' 26.0364" N, 90° 2' 14.352" W

Pain in my sight
Feeling like there's no more fight
I can't sleep through the night
With all these tear
feel like it ant real
My Momma my queen
We living in these streets
Praying to god but I feel like he don't see
All the pain I find deep in side
Why lord why don't you hear my cry
What can I do tired of crying out this blues
People don't wanna hear that they ant got time for that
I'm gone
Tryna be strong
With no help
When people look down on you and say you ant nothing
Help I stream
They don't hear me
I'm alone
With the sight of pain

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