Everywhere is loud and noisy. Quietness is hard to find in a world that's racing to end.
Love is left at the door before entering the palace of belongings.
Where's the hope when it's disregarded and disrespected. No friends to find when you're alone broken hearted staring at a broken window inside an empty closet.
Laughs are heard and ignored where pain is residing.
Tears are practically expected when standing outside looking in with passion. You can they say but stand where I've stood then your answer would be different I pray.
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