Beautiful stars in the sky&
Beautiful stars in the sky
while my hopes so low
hunting for happiness
heart rate raises as I walk in the door
flashbacks popping up
Reminders of the past.
Thinking of worst case
so far nothing has lasted
cycle of fear has started again
Where's the place to call home?
will things ever get better
Now looking back
Thinking there's a place I remember
Church is where love last
Colleges is where you find your passion
Hanging out with hearts filled with love
any fear I will face
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
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