I broke the classic cliche
when i started to write my blogs
in a poetic way. To the ones who say
i must conform, i say.Maybe your all wrong
each man is made to sing his own song.
cause in the end the road is long and we fight
right now a broken hall. Were people gathered to celebrate and ever man,women and child could crate a story found worth wild.
this is the way i write my blogs like artistry in my life's log
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who haft read my broken words
that make up for unspoken words
who haft heard the scream of birds
only to ignore the words of the wisest men
to chase after fire is to chase after burns
that my friend is my unspoken word
hark the herald angles sing its hard to fly
with broken wings words can hurt so
stand your ground your in a season its just for now
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A word to the broken
I broke the classic cliche when i started to write my blogs in a poetic way. To the ones who say i must conform, i say.Maybe your all wrong each man is made to sing his own song. cause in the end the road is long and we fight right now a broken hall. Were people gathered to celebrate and ever man,women and child could crate a story found worth wild. this is the way i write my blogs like artistry in my life's log
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Regret's descending stair case
who haft read my broken words that make up for unspoken words who haft heard the scream of birds only to ignore the words of the wisest men to chase after fire is to chase after burns that my friend is my unspoken word hark the herald angles sing its hard to fly with broken wings words can hurt so stand your ground your in a season its just for now
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