The Elements Of Life (Soul Of Myself) : All rights reserved by the author of this page.
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A poor man can not afford to pray
My thoughts within as I pen Why is the world so against me today? I cast my eyes upon beauty with pity But she refused me anyway Old familiar faces act as though They never knew me, all I can say is Death to the horse that threw me in this unpredictable den All I have left is beautiful dreams of yesteryear But here comes present circumstances trying to take them away through fear A poor man can not afford to pray My eyes are already so humbled I can't see the light of day O come take the anguish away O gentle wind The turmoil without the struggles within Caring eyes refuse to cry, mercy refuses to bent Oh if but an ant would lent me his ear If a bear would show himself to be a friend It'd be a much brighter day And maybe hell will shed a tear Copyrights 2017 Robert Anthony James Vote for this poem
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