Being
There is no day that goes by
I feel angry with the world
I sit quietly in my room
I pray for a better tomorrow…
How would my life be
Without fear and sadness?
How would it feel to be
No longer helpless…?
I get up each day and go on
Inside my soul I cry
I count the bruises on my hands
When will the new life come?
How would my life be
Without fear and sadness?
How would it feel to be
No longer helpless…?
No love has ever touched
My broken soul and heart
Existence is so dreadful
My presence is very painful
How would my life be
Without fear and sadness?
How would it feel to be
No longer helpless…?
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