Washed upDried upWas a bean Brownthe leaves that once were green No more use to anyonePastmy moment in the sun It seems you're showing me the doorNo more use for me no more Well, Mate, I've got news for youI'm not doneAnd I'm not throughNot too old to shine againLearn new skills, stretch my brain [...]
Tag: Hope
I made a thing
Why, oh why, is it arranged That perfect things must first be changed
Will
I will not give ingive in to despairI will not cease tryingtryingto care And though it is tempting to curl in a ballto rock in a cornerto hide from it allAnd though I will fall every now and again,get lost in the voices of doubt in my brain I will not cease tryingtryingto careI will [...]
Compassion
While much of my trust has crumbled to dust, my hope and my faith yet may stay. True human compassion can’t pass out of fashion. It written in our DNA.
I have never
I have never stood, plaster dust in hair, looking for my home, though it’s no longer thereI have never felt the earth shift beneath my feet, nor had to face the complete loss of all that I held dearNever been traumatised – frozen by fearI have never seen my home bulldozed or had to leave [...]
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