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When I See That
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Poems of a Liberty City Native
Just last night, I saw a mother hold a child,
She held him oh so tenderly and yet so mild.
Just last night, I was thinking on the porch,
About my life and the passing of a torch.
When I see that,
I cannt help but to cry,
Because it tells me that,
I was living a lie.
Just yesterday, I wondered where I went wrong
In all thing I did to find where I belong.
Just yesterday, I located the solid truth,
And I found myself out of a simple soothe.
When I see that,
I canno help but to muse,
Because it shows me that,
Love serves no use.
