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From Darker Times hiding amongst the broken dreams I watch the people of the light smiling,laughing.happy pleased with themselves to be alive
pain is the price of freedom but I'm free
these guns the extension of me still as clean and useful as they were when put away
yet tainted by unending memories as I pull them out . . . . . .
flashbacks pinpoint to when the triggers were pulled
its not the knowing
but the knowing when and where the bullets struck those are the memories I try to put aside the world dies at the hands of men
look to the streets of the dying cities that are a reflection of the rotten heart of humankind there's nothing left to show of springs young love
with the exception of a few leaves here and there that still cling to the branches fighting against a barren winters landscape.
do you remember why you ever loved me in the first place
I don't ....
hiding amongst the broken dreams
I watch the people of the light smiling,laughing.happy pleased with themselves to be alive pain is the price of freedom
but I'm free
~ D Donner ~
Tonight
dinner guests world travelers discussed what is better here. In many countries there is no recourse to civil rights violations, unable to get jobs, limited opportunities. We have a chance to rise and grow - taking for granted potential for everything is just sad. Those who don't struggle and excel complain, those who DO get death threats ~ go figure. ~A~