my shangri-la beneath the summer moon. but i won't return again
tonight i cry for all of humanity.
each tear shed is for:
-every heart broken
-each dream swept aside or failed
-every defficiency that proves unbeautiful
-every fist thrown, every black eye
-each word slurred a drunken fit
-every nose tipped in white powder
-every vein swimming with toxins
-every inner arm brused and pocked
- all broken homes
- those who actually believe that everything is going to be alright, when the rest of the world can see that it isn't
-the truth in that the world simply cannot be repaired
i know that i haven't suffered enough to be considered a real person.
each tear shed is for:
-every heart broken
-each dream swept aside or failed
-every defficiency that proves unbeautiful
-every fist thrown, every black eye
-each word slurred a drunken fit
-every nose tipped in white powder
-every vein swimming with toxins
-every inner arm brused and pocked
- all broken homes
- those who actually believe that everything is going to be alright, when the rest of the world can see that it isn't
-the truth in that the world simply cannot be repaired
i know that i haven't suffered enough to be considered a real person.