| Parallel Dreams | ||||||||
| Why must we all, live in such pain, And act like theres no fear? When there is, it's in our eyes, Its in our ev'ry tear. "A smile on my face- A twinkle in my eye." We pretend theres nothing wrong, Until the day we die. How can we live, with such disease, I've yet to understand. It hurts me so, I'm on my knees, I need to take a stand. Against the norm, my odds are off, I prob'ly will not win. But who cares, I'm in demand, To start this world again. By: Sara A. Jacobson |
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