The pain is greatest in the middle of the night You wonder why you exist and what exactly for You remember every past pain like it just happened You see the faces of each enemy but painfully forgive The one that drags you to the mad acts up as a victim Your shoe is yours alone to wear for every finger follows you When the loudest sound seems quietly miles away The only time tour wishes are so many that you make a list and careless what comes first The greatest pain is in the middle of the morning When you got to wake up sleepy and stretch your aching back The only time you have to smile through your nightmare of memories Maria oh maria They have wept your heart and reaped your soul
Are Boundless blogs, written in classifications of various Readers’ demands; SUBSCRIBE and let us change a world of 7.87 billion people together. CLICK and READ or contribute to any topics, your opinion(s) is valid for community and self-growth