WritersA Poem by Lighthouse CallSome of us, aren't really writers.. We're just people trying to survive.
Well all we've become is broken
We're the clocks ticking away How did everything change so quickly We're walking livings without faith There was a time when we were happy A time that seemed to 've passed And what we've become are read books Even if we don't have one word on Oh oh no, this ain't just a tear drop It's storm that's coming out of me And our scars, show us where we've been, It doesn't mean, that's where we're gonna be Tonight, we're crying out for help But no one's there to listen So all we do is pen it down So all we do is pen it down..
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