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COPYRIGHT © Robert Anthony JamesWhile sitting here on the edge of time swinging my legs through the waters of my mind I see Destiny's road is not so clear There's happiness, sadness, joy, and fear The choices, the voices, and the people that sneer Two to prop you up, four to hold you down one is neutral while pressure is all around We laugh we cry we pain we die Oh Lord why? Thou that dwell beyond the sky There's so much confusion for this young mind yours sincerely The innocents of time Robert Anthony James Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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