holding out vs. holding on

holding out vs. holding on

A Poem by We May Well Be The Ones

call my name out loud
again
every single tongue
is my friend

how else could I breathe
how could I see
how could I feed 
if not for blood

put me down 
another stat's been proven right
a tan skinned child
with nothing left behind

how else could I starve
and sleep beneath the stars
wondering if I'll come out alive

old for years
I've been grown for a long time
stepping stones help
so where the hell are mine

I'll never love my mom
cause she never loved her son
but now's the time to be someone

confession's just a book
beginning, end, and hook
these battles show less than I've took

I bellowed in their arms
but warmth a false alarm
I wonder how it feels to kill someone 
to kill someone

© 2010 We May Well Be The Ones


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Added on March 28, 2010
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We May Well Be The Ones
We May Well Be The Ones

West Covina, OR



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