sorrows
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Stop, stop, stop
Tired of this world
And all the sorrow in it
I am tired of myself even though I’m tied with it
Lips are stitched together
Words are muffled in mouth
We all have dreams to strive for
a goal to reach to reach for
we just have to wait for the right moment
to get success like the Romans
There is beauty in the folds of my skin and the crease in my brow
Underneath my matt of hair and freckles
There is power behind my quiet voice and my timid thoughts
Seeing past my unsureness and doubt
Oh Gentle Whisper
Your child weeps for his hope has died
His sky falls
An unheralded fate upon his shoulders
Inveigled by his desires
To sacrifice the little bit of freedom he has left
