As I Cross My Heart & Hope For Peace When I Die

peace let me have it when I rest

I drive down the street, and see the world as it is slowly falling apart with every single glance.

Why we don't give no opportunity to one another?

Why can't we try and fix the world to the way it should be?

It is not like we are not giving the chance.

Instead of spreading the violence like a disease that we are born with like cells that contain cancer.

Why can't we all work together to find the truth, and the hope along with peace to solve the hard questions of life, and supply the answers?

As I look with the crosses that covers my eyes.

Not for a sense of style.

Yet they are there to hide the cries, and keep them from coming out, and hold them in me like my blood under my skin to stay on the inside.

I am so worried though I tell people not to be.

I wonder, yet I am so worried how this world will turn out in the future for people like you, and people like me.

The way this world is heading is down a hole with no driver, but each second with this unique route there is another cry for help, and another I have to hold in.

Although it is inside my blood; sometime you may get a cut, and like the blood it opens up my tears, and it all has to come poring out.

Then even more I wonder if I will live to see another day.

Not that I want to go away, but the way all these things are happening to the innocent, so fast rather you are a boy, girl, woman, or man it is just one of those things you can't help but to think about or for that matter can't help but say.

I wish not just in my heart, but upon a star.

That I can just help any and everyone to help people to realize that this world would be so much better if we got along, and to know inside who we truly are.

To set the stage for the young who will follow behind us when we are gone, so we can set the bar.

Forget the money.

Forget the fancy car.

Is it worth dying over?

When you can't do nothing in the physical form, and yet knowing that you are just another soul that has been taken, and eaten by this life this game to some people this worlds war.

I wish for change, but I am only one person.

I know there are many that feel like me, but know that they are more who don't feel like us, and that is a fact forcertain.

Enough of the pain.

Enough of the hurting.

Enough of the what if, and how can we?

Let's show by action, and shut the questions down by actions that we know is a constant moving that is working.

I want to see, and reach a feeling that can take me so high in the sky.

Better than writing, but I love writing it is my first wife I will not lie, but sometime I would give it up, and cross my heart if I knew it can bring my hope for peace.

When I Die

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