forget that I ever did cry,
having learnt that the skill is to try,
water with my tears my life-trees so dry.
My wings joyously will flap,
hallelujah I will sing and clap,
blend the melody with my feets' taps,
and flute the tune 'broken are my enemies traps'.
I shall review my past,
remember days of terror dawn to dusk,
dreamless nights of rest and fast,
and friends veiled behind cynical masks.
Then I shall remember you; my two parents,
whose teachings are success isn't just paying rent,
that your arms aren't camp tents,
but a home heavenly sent.
Its then I will see these pages of pain,
sins of Abel floods of bloody rain,
they kill me and I cry why Cain,
oh why Cain,
but I refuse to die!
I refuse to die without gain,
for someday like the birds I will fly,
never to remember these tears I cry.
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Note; an old piece from my archives..... I cant really tell what I was going through when I wrote this but I do like this piece now