We all have a tomb on our mouths which is filled with words
that died on our lips
Fallen off our chair of hopes so many times
Can you see the broken wooden chips?
Bruises of failure concealed by tear-free makeup
We have fought and cursed in our mind
Been taught to be kind
Let it go, leave it behind
We have held in the breath that helps us breathe
The flower that wants to bloom
Poisoned it far too soon
Get off your self-pity wagon of gloom
We have made so many wrong choices
Given birth to the wrong voices
From so much wrong
You will always surface strong
Everyone has a bunch of secrets
Their own motives
They can be in our life
Often with a back stabbing knife
Remember everyone has their own strife
We all get hurt
It cleanses us and removes the dirt
We are being tested from above
Only to be showered by fresh beads of love
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