Friday, January 28, 2011

*~*Grits in Life*~*

Lost
 There's the beating 
Of my heart
There's this feeling
That I cannot stop

The world around me
Fires
And roars with missiles and guns

The victim
Is always me

For what I really need
For what I really see
Is this spark 
Of hope
That slowly
Lifts the burden off of me.




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