No Magic Pill
Broken and battered
slipshod and shattered
we've all but hidden
amongst the scattered
Lost in our wake
we fake and then take
shelter oblivious
to what's truly at stake
Trembling in fear
from the darkness near
trying to hold on
to what we hold dear
Our heart cry's are hollow
while we stand strong to follow
all along,
it's a tough pill to swallow...
It's easier to sedate
then to truly relate
purposeful forgetting
instead of facing the slate
During the course of our sleep
we must try hard to keep
that feeling inside
which reach far and deep
There is no silver bullet
no magic pill to pull us
from this stupor
we have fallen to dullness
We are all searching for answer's
which we won't find on paper
written in our heart's
is our creator's Love draper...
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