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Lessons & Losses

April 19, 2019

 

Partially raised by outside,
I looked up to people
Who lived through,
what I lived around.

Who would have thought that
Concrete made for the best top-soil
or was it the ROSE with enough strength to push through...

Even in the hardest circumstance
Beacons of hope still bloom...

I cant shake this feeling
The missions seem so endless,
We ask God what's the purpose,
When we losing all his children...

Somehow, I know that I'm living for
Even that which was not given,
From a city,
where its grimy
But it's pretty.
Where it's Cold, but its litty.
And where "people" will do for clout, scamming...

We all hoped to make it out
Just to bring it home,
Now we thinking different
and moving different,
When family get called home,
the streets meet warwounds
We light it up at the vigils
For the ones gone soon

I lift my chin and roll up my sleeves
Cause theres always work to do, as The Mararhon Continues.




 

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