TIRED AND WEARY DOES THIS MOTHER BE, BROKEN AND BATTERED BUT STURDY AS A TREE. SHE PROVIDES AND STRIVES TO GIVE HER BEST,
By Brian Wade2 years ago in Poets
I HOPE TO CHANGE MY STARS FOR MYSELF AND MINE. I HOPE TO CHANGE MY STARS FINDING MY DREAMS IN TIME. I HOPE TO CHANGE MY STARS
You force us not to promised future but back to the shackles and master's whip. To be placed under heal of the republic absent decency of choice in the matter.
By Brian Wade3 years ago in Poets
I'M TROUBLED BY THE THINGS I SEE, WHY THIS WORLD GOTTA HATE ME CAN'T YOU SEE WHEN WE UNITE WE ALL WIN, BUT STILL YOU DESTROY ME FOR MY SKIN.
I’m troubled by the things I see, Why this world gotta hate me Can’t you see when we unite we all win, But still you destroy me for my skin.
By Brian Wade4 years ago in Poets
We started as strangers Following the tide, Only to cross paths As the current passed by. We later clicked Like a mouse on a keyboard,
You say I don't help But I say I do. You say you don't see results But maybe you're not looking. You say you want to leave
Burdened By a disease you did not ask for. Troubled By problems that are someone else's Alone By the family you thought you had.
In the vastness of the light there is darkness. A darkness that has known great pain and loss. It is the part that has been unable to find