Everyone Has Stories They Don't Tell
I write a poem; a verse; a page in my diary,
To calm this fire and rage.
Cause there is no soul I trust to let the air out.
I listen to those music; to those rain drops falling;
To that guitar vibrate and sing.
To block the world; to forget the pain…
I listen to those music – so I can dream before I wake up again…
I hide in the dark to cry those sadness out.
Unlike them keeping me locked here;
I let those tears fall – fall…
I led the words I have always wanted to say drip with the tears.
My voice makes no sound
And forms no words to listen to.
The home; the family; the life I was given.
Yes – compared to others I couldn’t ask for more.
But no one’s life is perfect.
Everyone has problems…
Everyone have stories they don’t tell…
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