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Finding a Voice
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2000 it is easy to stereotype the weak
to leave pain makes the defeated ones feel less needed
you must feel the pain of a broken soul
feel the presence and the intense cold
where an internal fridge grows
and the heart is alone.
Emotions run as thin blood's lost, a frosty impatience beckons,
and excuses stunt the grin of the discarded, tossed - the bastards know not of the cost...
when courtesy is much needed, but rarely supplied
and honesty is not mandatory, and often denied
Creek beds are arid as passion falls asleep
when false insecurities begin to creep
back into the weary mind of a boy whose glass is empty
Who's confused by masses stabbing at your patience
awareness, forgiveness, and your weak conscience
when jealousy runneth over thresholds of dignity
and money runneth under the cost of conformity
where love is thin ice that often cracks
and treason occurs, that often stabs backs
hold on, pain-afflicted outcasts
because your wisdom and perseverance will soon outlast the masses...
