by Grace Golds

Created on: November 07, 2008

Alone when born.

Alone at death.

And in between

Is nothing less.

Or nothing more

Than empty hearts.

Nothing there.

Just missing parts.

Missing parts

In forms of love,

Hope and freedom

Not enough.

Few that care.

The one that does

Never there,

Took from us.

Left in fear.

No more trust.

Nothing new,

Just settled dust.

Memories grow.

People fade.

We must live

What we have made.

Good or bad.

That's the choice.

Look inside

And find your voice.

Speak of love.

What you lost.

Why it was.

What it cost.

Choose again.

Watch or warn.

Alone in death.

Alone when born.

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