Stressing out,
for ways that should be.
Hoping for,
a world that could be.
Remembering when,
a time I felt free.
Holding on,
always on one knee.
we've stopped seeing,
each other's misery.
When did you,
stop giving Mercy?
Yet begging for mine,
only seeing your journey.
How did things,
get so blurry,
Nothing certain,
for souls felt unworthy.
when I close my eyes and go to sleep my soul awakens
©hernamewas
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