The humor of the Is
Shows sad sometimes
The results often
Play with the mind
The greatest thing
Anyone could do
Is to ask for help
To make it through
What higher an honor
Could ever be
When looking for help
You asked me
We would look for your answers
And prove that it’s true
The skies are always blackest
Before they are blue.
Tracey D. L. Wrixon
THE SOUND OF DEATHALL SURROUNDTHE TASTE OF GRIEFBITTER STRONG VACANT EYESSO OLD AND WORNBROKEN HEARTSSO HURT AND TORN LIGHT HAS FADEDDREAMS HAVE DIEDSOULS ARE JADEDMONSTERS RIDE SHADES OF BLACK AND
As I sat and watched the sun had gone downInto a world of darkness I was foundThe deepness, loneliness, and yes not a soundSilence, the peace of night, my refuge
Do you ever have that feelingThat we met long agoStraight talk and fair dealingKnowing each other just so Mind touching mindThrough laughter and tearsIn this life so hard to findWith
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