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The greatest phenomenon known to man is the concept of love When love is taught, it is taught to be regarded as gentle and kind 
Adrift on this raft Trying to help you understand a concept you just can’t grasp When I say I’m fine I’m not There is a river of tears flowing inside me
Adrift on this raft Trying to help you understand a concept you just can’t grasp When I say I’m fine I’m not There is a river of tears flowing inside me
Your silence speaks louder than words What happens today changes tomorrow Speak on injustice, rise like songbirds Your recent post, you put on a good show
Homeless I was With no family to care In came Lolo with love to spare He took me in under his wing Said "dont worry about a thing" He brought me up when I was down He made me a someone
a strange world I half dreamed, will drag me wrestle me until I die. Then I will go telling myself I never slept so soundly.   
Weak, dumb, and broke with the heart to succeed A life changing dotted line is where my name you'll read A strong heart made a strong body to do Uncle Sam's PT From a boy turned trainee, to a soldier earning a Degree
A mermaid from sea Left fish for coffee and tea, Starbucks and selfies. 
I don't know how they found me. I'm not sure I want to be found. My mother taught me to stay away From people from inside the town.   A girl my age I've never seen And a man she clearly loves
 My genuine identity remains obscured From an intrusive tainted society That constantly urges to be assured Of its own perfection and propriety Though it is blind to the many inured  
There are wonders in this little world that apply to the lifestyle of an endangered oblige although we submerge beneath it all as a water cascades upon its fall and the life of a tree slowly escapes,
    The                                                                         night was so quiet
When the guy you love is having trouble...
The rose bush stands, no limit of bases, The variety of color brings variety of faces. The eye for sunlight is always in search, Whether under a tall willow, or the border of a church.
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