How many TIMES
in my LIFE
do I have to FIGHT
to get things RIGHT
in the midst of the NIGHT
to get positive results and SHINE
in the morning LIGHT
where laughs are so DEVINE
and happy souls COLLIDE
and hearts sing songs that RHYMES
and even enemies become POLITE
It's all just a dream that I'd never get to live, or get to dream for all I am right now is nothing but an empty bottle thrown in the middle of the sea.
©chosen_1
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