I will not give you fear.

You will not take my joy.

If I die fighting evil, so be it.

But today, I’m coming up swinging

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Maybe when you hear me speak

You miss my despair so bleak,

My person, my one true love

Can’t hear me from way high above,

He’s left, and I’m not sure if he’s coming back

I pray and wish for it to stop, but the grip has a very tight lock,

There were times we laughed and loved

But it’s replaced with a life so rough,

My heart bleeds from the inside

But no one can hide,

From the hardship it brings

To our once happier lives.

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I’m Tired.
with a Capitol T, hard-wired.

It’s not just the hours,
that the work requires.

Our babies are killing each other
and themselves for what? Power?

They say change happens slowly
when human nature is revolting,

Against the stories they have been told
just work harder and maybe you will get some Gold.

So we flash our worth in cars, clothes, and our 45’s
thinking that makes us “really” alive

It makes a bang so loud
making men feel so proud,

of their hate
they think makes them great.

We don’t seem to see other humans,
even dead bodies numb our feelings.

Even those who preach love,
turn on each other and kill the dove.

I’m Tired.
With a Capitol T, hard-wired.

Tomorrow is another day
to hope we learn to love and play

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