Hi I think I say I cry For we can’t see Or realize Our fate Not shown yet casted in slate The grown Don’t even hesitate to ignore and wait to late for They see it as a chore too broad a subject to explore too set our ways too closed our doors to many days have come and gone not correcting what is wrong yet still life goes on Why do we …showed first 75 words of 581 total…

…showed last 75 words of 581 total…not to wide but still we are stuck inside the crust is flustered with the dust from our minds and time and greed and what we think we do not see and the way we only focus on whats presented to our imagination we can’t wait too long lets make the wrong become the wrongs turn the wisper into a song for soon we will be gone until then life goes on... Bibliography none