SOME....
Some How the things I do, the things I know.
Reflects my feelings that blinding glow.
Some Days I cry, some days I smile.
The lines on my face shows that very mile.
Some Times I walk when I need to run.
I hide in the play, I've lost the fun.
Some Way I fight in a battle so lost.
A heart so hurt but beats at no cost.
Some One to hear, but no words are spoken.
The touch of a whisper, my world so broken.
SOME...
Some How the things I do, the things I know.
Reflects my feelings that blinding glow.
Some Days I cry, some days I smile.
The lines on my face shows that very mile.
Some Times I walk when I need to run.
I hide in the play, I've lost the fun.
Some Way I fight in a battle so lost.
A heart so hurt but beats at all cost.
Some One to hear, but no words are spoken.
The touch of a whisper, my world so broken.
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