PRECIOUS BURDENS
As her father draws his last breath
the sun and the moon stands still.
She promises to avenge on death.
She'll make sure he'll pay the bill.
Sense the sadness within her view.
A loss as if God had no heaven.
It surely will happen to you.
What will happen then?
Burdens are unbearable to wear.
Humanity doesn't fit in it's attire.
Life is certainly not always fair.
Oh, sweet heavenly desire!
Remember the ones you hold dear.
Before you know it they'll live above.
Keep them warm and safe and near.
Above all give them your love.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2007-01-11 at 01:11
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