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Poetry By: flavoredair
Poetry


When is it time to ask for help?


Submitted:Oct 7, 2008    Reads: 597    Comments: 119    Likes: 60   


If I should die
Before I sleep
I hope the earth
Inherits the meek
If I should wake
Before you go
Don't talk to me
Just leave me a note

There's a shadow at the door
It was there the week before
Shooting love into his arm
To protect himself from harm

I'm afraid to sleep I hate to dream
I don't want to see
what makes up me
The TV lies
Religion too
They think they know
What I should do

There's a group that lives outside
Wasted youth with too much pride
Looking for some gentle arms
To protect themselves from harm

Through the time
Of sacred sand
I wait for fate to show me when
Guilt is lifted
Redemption sold
To feed the weak
And starve the bold

A new alliance come undone
Gambled off on blistered fun
They've been burnt but they've been warned
To each other they are harmed

I thank you all for coming
I'm sure the show was fun
But now I have to say Good Night
The exploited have to run

There's a shadow by the door
It was there the week before
Shooting love into his arm
To protect himself from harm
There's a group that lives outside
Wasted youth with too much pride
Looking for some gentle arms
To protect themselves from harm





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