Her tears....
Reaching for explanations
Striving for expectations
A world that waits but trapped ...
You see my Smiling face drowned out by crying eyes
Life so grey,
with fear of never seeing blue skies
If only to be a child....
Robbed of innocence, and replaced with knowledge
Pain, suffering and enduring
Has become our early college
When will it stop....
Can you not hear my screams
Through my silence
Can you not feel my need to be free
While blessed by you’re presence
When will we live.....
And stop fighting each other
Hold close our lives
And remember the promises
To me and my brother.
Where is my choice.....
My choice to be happy,
Smart, safe, and heard.
My choice to sit amongst mountains
and listen to birds
When.....
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Brodie Cotton
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