Hey everyone. ^^
Um , this poem is actually about very close incidents which i see in day to day life. Tried my best to capture all the thoughts.
So i hope whoever is reading this one , likes it.
Thanks.
-Necro'lic aka Savage.
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Not Young for Sorrow
We are here , but we might disappear
I see a child's face in the mirror above
These kids may be buried alive , but they wont deny
there is difference between a child and a broken laugh as you hear us swallow
I may have not seen any love , any hate , not a single trace to say
i have been standing here till these kids fall down to just pray
I may not define between a child and a cold heart as my own
But i have seen what's like to lose someone everyday till they dont answer on their own
So did i cry on this song? Find a grave to call my home.
Watch these kids getting lost ; they have been tied by their souls
But didnt they lived enough?
We are here , but we might disappear
I see a child's tear in a rain drop from above
This innocent love maybe gone , they arent young for sorrow
Know the difference between a child and a broken toy which just followed.
Always bleak , always weak , a parent here is just like a coward army which will retreat
I have seen these kids hate as they loved , finding a place to find their lost home
Where is the safety in their eyes , do drugs before the night starts to ask "why"
You all have taken what they were , their little hands still shiver
As they look at me for help , my eyes cried as i saw another death!
NO!
So did i stand there for another show? A innocent eye have been covered
Watch this night of lost hope , tied them to the end of the ropes
But didnt they had enough?
I say my prayers for , one last time , closed their eyes , sing a lullaby
they might take us , free of mind
Swollen Grave sides , covered tears hide.
But i will sing this lullaby , till the angels come behind.
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