by May 19, 2003Poetry

We are so lost, we have no home
And so we weep, and hide amid the night,
No sun we see, or moon of gohstly light,
As we seek the precious, no longer in our sight.

Nobody knows what it was before it came
We have no friend, no friend we’ll ever be
And I had hope, but hope abandoned me,
And then I was trapped inside this sea.

And tears fall, and splash upon the ground,
No one can care, our life before is dead,
Because it came, end evil it is said
Will take us, to fire it has led,



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