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The Irony of the bottom
I learn who my real friends are while i'm here
At life's base no one really gives and ear
Evaporated tears, quickly dissapear
Cloudy days really make you see things clear
My prayers heaven will hear, hell whispers seem closer
This soldier takes the pain and skips the numbing dosage
Hoping yes I'm coping more focused when noones around
Wisdom when diminishing funds come is what I've found
My seeds have become roots in this hopeful ground
My forests will shadow cities as my promise abounds.
P.O.P.
