To Be Heard.
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Nowadays it's hard to know if people are actually listening to what you're saying
Because the people who have something important are being overpowered by money
Away I have locked myself
Because I've learned I can trust no one but oneself
Alone is where I'll forever remain
Because my heart can't handle anymore pain
A child is born, a child is forgotten.
One is celebrated, while slowly the other fades into the background.
One is cherised, one is tossed aside like a limp rag doll.
One is put on a pedistal, the other is ignored.
I've heard stories, of the good old days.
A better life, with simpler ways
An easier life, with better days.
As a child, promises are taken as serious as oaths that are bound by a death sentence.
But what has changed growing up?
For me, I take them seriously because they are the only things that kept me alive and going.
Anticipation deafens the air as the speaker wraps up her delicate words of
Encouragement
How best to live life through lessons of failure and promise
Hands up high, morning so brightshoes looking up at me, time to get outsidestep step stepping onward to the daylonging for the chance to spread my hypothetical wings
