I grow up
facing death at every turn.
I live life,
Feeling the hate as it burns.
It's not easy to put behind the past.
Forever is needy,
to break the frightening mask.
Tossed back and forth
between the times of the heart.
Always knowing that my words,
were torn apart.
I hear a cry
from the lonely world...
for the lonely child.
I hear a cry from the
people who reach out to die.
And I know the inspiration
to save the world was lost.
But peace on earth for people,
is a cry from the heart.
Kelina
copyright 1999
poems only to be used with written authorization of author
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