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All the flowers you plant tomorrow
isn't sufficient for today’s torturous sorrow
The beautiful skies haven't sown
enough seeds for the people to borrow
from future highs, Reality hiss
and hides her eyes from her wrong
and our cries,
Although her heart knows
and her ears have known
Our deep sighs and tearful songs, Death pumps both fists
But patience is a must
O Lord our frames rust in despair,
Everyone wants to be paid
for life’s risk.
Deep thoughts wondering
What eternity’s going to ever want us.
There’s no beauty in the clouds kiss
We look to the dust
Robert Anthony James