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The chosen
We are born to be chosen and die our lives broken
the pain just wont go away. my thought of being helpless and fading as strength leads the way. Through struggles and pain, through tears like rain we grow stronger as we learn to pray. For the weak are our children as the shepherds our learning now teachers awaiting the day.When worldwide hatred and blind patrons to our end, the darkness is leading the way. My blindfold has been lifted And my life has been drifting higher and higher each day. through the helping of others i cope with my struggles by helping their pain go away. lifes fruit is forgotten as people are rotten...more so everyday.
Compassion and kindness replaced by the blindness our legacy is all that remains.....
create a better world
do not destroy whats given to stay. Awaiting the final day
