Cruel, cold reality,
Filled with futility
Time running by
Tide washing sides
Is it right
The god nature
Part of your nurture
This forgiving nature
The big question
Who am i?
The forgiving nature
Makes me stand aside
The tear i cry
Makes me realise
But then who am i
To decide...
To judge the black from white
Where white distil
To make darkeness
At night....
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
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