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Sep 24, 2009
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Dark Rooms
Our childhood was shattered by gunshots and anger
Living in fear for our lives being left in the path of danger
No safe houses, no officials, no one knew of our plight
Living each day like our last, thanking God for morning's light
Dark rooms with loud yelling, pictures scattered on the floor
Living through it all, fighting obstacles that seemed to block doors
Running away not an option, guns to our temple, lying there in bed
Living without tears, for tears made us weak, wishing we were dead
Frightening whispers, sounds of creaking doors closing tight
Living devoid of trust, uninvited dreams still visit us each night
Living in fear for our lives being left in the path of danger
No safe houses, no officials, no one knew of our plight
Living each day like our last, thanking God for morning's light
Dark rooms with loud yelling, pictures scattered on the floor
Living through it all, fighting obstacles that seemed to block doors
Running away not an option, guns to our temple, lying there in bed
Living without tears, for tears made us weak, wishing we were dead
Frightening whispers, sounds of creaking doors closing tight
Living devoid of trust, uninvited dreams still visit us each night
— jamadarie, Sep 24, 2009
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Orphani
16 years 8 months ago
this sounds like the basis
jamadarie
16 years 8 months ago
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