Poetry

Many people do not accept the contents of these poems. Please do not judge me based on these poems.
baby, why do you cry
is it cause all people die
is it cause war is upon us
is it cause homeless surround us

baby, baby, i can make it better
just trust me to make it better
why did god curs us like this
im not sure he really exists

Why did god make colored skin
why did god make fat and thin
why did god make depression
why did god make me?

baby, baby, i can make it better
just trust me to make it better
why did god curs us like this
im not sure he really exists

Why do you cry at night
Its because you know the truth
how is this a world worth living for
how come god can be so cruel

Ok, and here is the next one:
Here in the shadows i stand
In my imaganary land
Shifting fingers through the sand
I can live with myself in my imaginaged land

I feel free not forgoten
but eventually i drift up out of my mind
Waking to alarms and cold
only thing i have to hold

Freedom rages inside me
but in my country i can see
that there are chains on everything
My only escape is singing

I feel free not forgoten
but eventually i drift up out of my mind
Waking to alarms and cold
only thing i have to hold

Every day i fight the black wave
Prozac does only so much good
you can hold the tide
you can only run

I run and rum
but still get swamped
burrow again into my head
to stand in shadows again