The mortality of our own souls
The broken bulb that still glows
The spirit lives because it knows
Theres nowhere else for it to go
We must experience the highs and lows
Feel our love ripped, come and go
We must feel the pain as we grow
Gain sweet happiness to and fro
If we don't feel the hope -is like the snow
We feel the fright as we slow
Lights go out -no sight no goals
You can't shout -no light no soul
Tho I'd like not to be so bold
Over and over I try to show
These bulbs aren't spose to be broken ...
There supposed to be whole.
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A broken man that tried his best
His heart still mortal in his chest
Though far from perfect he will always be
I feel he is the closest quality
Because he tries and always cares
It's everyone else whos not there
But though mistakes ripp his plans at seams
His face is never of a broken dream
He will fix life up not good as new
He only knows to do the best a man can do
He will do better than a man ...NO lie
This mans got God on his side
. . .bout my Dad.
Theworstone
id rather be alive forever than to see hell yet.
beastkid7 (Updated )
Oh don't worry about hell
tho death for all you wish spell
Just know on your last breath
All it is ...is forever death
For God is love ...tho your made from dirt
when your in pain he himself feels hurt
it doesn't make sense he would burn people forever
For a even a million sins each one done clever