I met up with a good friend,
Not that good you understand,
He sold things to lives ends,
He sold me one to lend a hand.
When you look down and see,
How can life end so very fast?
Only depression, suicide, misery,
And here is the abandoned outcast.
Where is your faith now?
Where is your savior?
Where is your family?
What is this kind of behavior?
Thursday, May 7, 2009
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