Sometimes I Cry

Got to keep it real but sometimes I stare at the four walls that steal
I like to keep it all in until it starts to get heavy
No toke of a smoke on a blunt to implode
I suffer inside having no good reason to run away & hide
Still I seek for a higher power relax & take a hot shower
We each go through things in life amidst the given strife
Sparks fly through the duration inside my brain lest I refrain
I cry for the lonely hustler on the street trying to get something to eat
I cry for the widow in her deep affliction
I cry for the humble in every situation
So I take my time to write down a list
To show what I thankful for
A reason by which to explore
A pause to reflect on a sparkling array of blissful care
I thank God everyday as I bow my knee to pray
Others may claim it ought not be that way
Yet who are they any way
One needs a heart saturated with love
love is the essence of one's inner existence
Never join in the resistance
Some times I cry in my dreams
evil screams things that come from a world so very mean
I cry for the poor in their affliction
Life was never intended to be easy
How you fought so hard and fierce
My one truest love is gone from here
A challenge to be free is a question of time
My one solution is using my mind
Living on the edge and it's going to my head
Sitting up at night all alone in bed
Following the rainbow to the sky
I see a vision of you pass me by
Our war were in is almost over
it's so hard to believe I lost a lover
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by John Ackerman

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