

BrokenheartWhen we cry and tear droplets fallBrokenheart
Its like glass hitting stone They shatter and there is no hope for our broken heart.
We hope, only hope someone will hear our heads and hearts scream But no one listens
All we hear instead of answers is the screams of our broken hearts
We can hold nothing And our tears roll down our cheeks like rain on our window.
But every once and a while someone hears our tears fall and hearts brake They give us someone to hold and a shoulder to cry on. Then we know there is always reason for our broken heart
For the one
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wars only last as long as some one still wants to fight them so let the war end and let some one elce fight what you are tired of.
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