Why, oh why, is it arranged That perfect things must first be changed
Tag: Love
Like flies to wanton boys
How can so few men, just one or two men, start a war that the law, the hopes, the prayers, the letters penned of mothers, of brothers, of millions, can’t end?
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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