Time


One day
My time will come
How far this fear reaches some
The quarrel,the bicker
Until blue in the face
When the lights flicker
And the blood begins to bleed
Most of the troubles,
Eventually come clean
No one person has what it takes
Were supposed to take it all in
Some from the beginning
Most from the end
Hate
Hate teaches hate
Love one another as if it were fate
Make one feel loved
Instead of feeling guilt
The guilt of being oneself
Is a terrible thing
When trouble times come along
Many will awaken
others will sleep
One day
One day,our time will com
No longer to Make a peep

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