I can live with my tearsI can live with my sorrowI can live with my fearsAnd hope well for tomorrowI can live with my sinAnd the hurt that remainsI can live with my griefAnd prepare for the painI can live with happinessThat has been made of meAnd for the joyous fateRight there in front of meBut as I watch their eyesAnd see their cracked facesAnd the tears that they cryTheir blood leaves no tracesI can’t live with their sadnessI can’t mourn for their sorrowI can’t live with their gladnessOr their hope for tomorrowI can’t stand in their shoesI can’t feel their shameI can’t close up their woundsAnd heal their painBut I can give them my heartAnd all that’s withinI can give them the loveThat God told me to give
a poem worthy of being called great. Beautifully done. Will look for you in the future.
Mmmmh. Thanks for sharing.
Very nice Serina
It is great..a Simple poem that could touch eveyone who read it..Simple but brings meaning to me..It is beautiful!..keep on doing like this.
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Thank you, friends! Im sorry it took me so long to reply. I was out of town:) Im glad you like this! Its a serious subject I hope to help stop one day.
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