I am that thing that burst out in time of sorrow a pain that bore fruit a pain that never ends from generation to generation until it is ripped thrown out and gone
but I lived but she held me but she kept me then she loved me
She's the diamonds in the night, And I am the canvas of shade, She's the snowflakes falling from the sky, And I am the clouded gray, As her mirrors cast their light, I am without a face, From the egg till stricken blind, I am the white, I...
The world may not have physically ended, but it has come to an end. Can the world ever amend? Is the welfare of our people something God could ever lend? The poor and shaggy sad hungry people set the eery tone. What's happened to all the fresh new minds, the ones tha...