When my voice breaks,
When my speech fades,
Mother, won't you sing for me,
A lullaby of the lore?
When I'm flying higher,
When my muscles tire,
Mother, won't you aid me,
To take to the skies and soar?
When all the world's at war,
When all the peace is a mar,
Mother, won't you protect me,
From the blood shed violence and gore?
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4 comments:
nice one...i hav noticed u write bout violence and war and negatives in humanity...whats with this? anything u read a lot....philosoply?
whats wrong wid writing about negatives? My writing has nothing to do wid external borrowed philosophy. Besides, which phil talks abt violence n war n negatives? Itz more fun on the other side... ;)
also, if you are trying to analyze...its not the state of mind i'm in... lol... ;)
i know ur not....neither am i in a state of mind i write....writers dont full ygiv away themselves in writing do they...writing is polished revealation...i think giving oursleves away fully to anyone takes straeet or catfight hehe!!
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