One Hell Of A Fight
Crying in her room Wishing things were okay Heartbroken, watching the sun set Love is lost and he feels the end Grasslander village, hungry The children will not eat tonight Bullets fly and bombshells cry War is born and country, family is torn A chorus is raised, voices crying For redemption desperately needed But put your ear to the horizon Sun is coming up, gold taking over And throughout the world Laughter is heard, and reiterated We are humanity and we won't back down And though things go bad we smile And though the walls crash down And all that we know comes to an end, we stand The darkness can try, but there will be fight Left is this world where beauty can still be found
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GrantBrenton
I am a small town guy who has been in the same place his entire life. I can't wait to get out into the world and see everything. On the poetry end of things I am a young and aspiring poet looking for ways to have his poems viewed and critiqued...
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