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Life
Contributed by
Rhea
on
Wednesday, 7th July 2004 @ 09:43:57 PM in AEST
Topic:
war
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You're hurting me, can't you tell?
Why are you beginning to yell?
Please break free of my arm,
You are causing so much harm.
I didn't mean to make you mad,
But you are hurting me so, so bad.
You smile a determined grin,
Isn't this some sort of sin?
Let me go, this isn't right,
You won't bring me down with out a fight.
God will know what to do...
He'll fix the problem,
Since I cannot escape you.
But all these problems are just life.
It may hold you back or hurt you so bad,
But you can't let it bring you down,
Or let it get you mad.
Copyright ©
Rhea
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2004-07-07 21:43:57] (Date/Time posted on
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