There is something about our days
that the sand pours incorrectly,
we have more time than we imagine.
Our sensitive minds bend, empathy ends.
A clairvoyance stance, when futures lend a hand.
Love what I see; take it to the silence,
gets to healing from the pain you
cannot seek balming treatment.
The words are axes, the guns are
lyrics, the bombs are movies you see.
Peace and quiet; comes with a penalty.
that the sand pours incorrectly,
we have more time than we imagine.
Our sensitive minds bend, empathy ends.
A clairvoyance stance, when futures lend a hand.
Love what I see; take it to the silence,
gets to healing from the pain you
cannot seek balming treatment.
The words are axes, the guns are
lyrics, the bombs are movies you see.
Peace and quiet; comes with a penalty.
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Author:
ReflectionShadow (Pseudonym) (
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