I am, what I am. You are, what you are.



You are not my mother, you are not my father

You are not my sister, and you are not my brother

And you are not my friend, if you can’t understand

It’s written in sand

That when we drain your sun

When you see the wounds in you

Caused by your own gun

Maybe you will see

That I am one of them

A son of No One 


Submitted: January 09, 2012

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