Song Cries of My Pages

To Sing a Song of joy I can not do
For my song will only contain words of sadness and gloom
Every hour I think of joy
Only to realize it’s nt the real mcCoy
Why? You may ask the reason
For as a woan my body committed the ultimate treason
It betray my dream, my hope, my living for tomorrow
Just to replace it with grief and sorrow
I am now an empty vessel just awaiting for my tomb
For now I am useless, I have no reason for this womb
If I wanted I wish I could change this
For this is a song cries of my pages

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