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The Souls Of Three

What is it that drives my fear 
The way it’s Scaring me 
Is it my last breathe, with family near 
Inviting death to see 
With no other thought, than not to take
My family and their own souls of three 

I saw my life and my wife’s life 
In a kingdom of the light 
And angels wrapped their wings 
that held and gripped us tight 
With a choir that peacefully sing 
I could see my children wi...

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The Hard Goodbye

How can we both, finally say goodbye 
When all I think, you’ll ask is why 
I gave up caring and supporting you 
When really fostering is all I do.
Now your gone, my hearts a flutter 
Emotions in words, come out as a stutter 
I think did I fail? Or did you prevail? 
My faults and mistakes are not yours to bear 
You have enough trauma yourself to wear 
I felt I was lost, like tears in rain 
...

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Is this justice?

Is this justice? 

The beggar steals bread from a shop keeper 
He would of paid but alas he’s too eager 
To feed his family for just… one day 
The judge announced 5 years, they will pay 
It’s not like his family, could have their say 

Is this justice? 

The student who cares for their sick 
mother 
Plagiarises essays one after another 
To not fall foul of this important course 
But ...

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Speaking Up (Confidence)

Speak up now, speak up. I hear you cried 
why oh why , don't you say what's on your mind 
conforming like a lamb to slaughter 
not firm or rigid like bricks and of mortar 
I know it's wrong to stay in silence 
but fear alone tips the balance 
to my conformity and uncertainty 

The little voice cries again 
speak up now, m speak up 
Don’t be a victim let words be weapons 
Like arrows or ...

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Can you see me?

Do you see me? Standing in the corner.
All black and blue like a Monet or Turner  
Hiding from view as to not make a scene
Whilst inside of me, is a silent scream. 
Childhood now gone I’m now an adult 
I ask, Do you see me? Do you see me?

Years of violence by the kindness of hands
How could I trust a mum and a dad 
I see you now but don’t look at me 
under this armour I’m vulnerable you...

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