Truth
I am an orphan of violence. Seeing the things that
ive seen wishing and thinking this is all a just dream.
Where people pick gangs just like there a team.
Do they here my voice do they here my cry.
Laying in and waiting wondering god why.
Was it some thing i did, did i do something wrong.
praying and praying deliver us all. A faint whisper
a voice in the night saying i am king of all kings
your shining light.Walk tall walk proud share
a coventant with me.FOR i will be with you
eternally.
by Joshua Sederes
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