Saturday, May 15, 2004
HISTORY
A sight from an unknown child
A replied look full of shapes
Collapsing on my retina
Silent agreement for a common place
And as my body walks everybody stares
all alone my limits mix
Diseases spreading inside bodys and souls
Without knowing victims walk
Steps that will be their last soon
Maybe a personal choice would make it
Or an accident for self imprudence
Or someone else's self imprudence
Whatever it is death feels like a stab
Death is cold and real
It leaves everybody without air
And everyday we get closer to believe
That's what we are suppose to live
And days pass
And I don't care about what I've said
I mind about what I didn't say
But people do care cuss that's one less day on earth
That's one less day with someone they really love
The truth for everybody is that days pass
and are never coming back
From a destiny that has to come
Where years of pain and anger
Make murderers not care for others
Victims remember Victims
And there's not need to see them tear
Cuss we can all hear them crying inside
And anger is the base of our buildings
And the future will be what we do today
And with every second everybody is walking
Another step closer to the end
Making history in the way
I'm afraid of not having a root
that fights for me to stay.
Copyright 2003 Ana Toniolli
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