by Kookiez
She walks the path with out a clue, Having nothing of clear mind to do
She walks on and on down the hard stone path, on and on with a bigger wrath
No Friend, No fear all alone, wondering around without a home
In this world so left out, She still goes on without a doubt
Hungry Thristy about to die, she stop and falls, begins to cry
Tears shed from her eyes, but she countinues and cries and cries
This life is hard its also tough, but she goes on in through the rough
still on the floor she stops to cry, relizes she to young to die
So she continues her her journey down the track,
and this time she knows, she will go home and find her way back
By Me
No one is like me. No one is the same. No one alive, can see the point of life's game. I understand the purpose. I see what we do need. Though in my vision, i see anger and greed. I watch as the souls of the good ones cry, when they see the souls of the ones who wont die. I here the wails of the poor in their home. How it must feel to always be alone. I can feel the sorrow on the tips of my fingers, the grim crying self, that in our Earth lingers. The life in the moon, I tatse the morning and noon. I was one of the special ones. The kind that was never vailed. I was one of the ones who's heart in greed is not jailed.
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