When we were little we weren't blind,
So why can we not see it now?
You wipe the sweat off of your brow,
You search for things you will not find.
(I believe in you,
So why dont you believe it too?)
You're meant to be our hero,
The Jesus of this city,
But you see yourself with pity;
Youre on the straight and narrow.
(I believe in you,
So why dont you believe it too?)
You try to be a hero,
But you feel like just a pawn.
You must continue on,
You must be our hero.
(We believe in you,
so why dont you believe it too)
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Keep Your Coins, A Book Of Poems
PoetryThese are just some random poems that Ive written. I spend more time written the Fallen Angel poems, so these may not be as good, but I hope you enjoy. The picture on the cover is one of banskys works. Im not sure who took the photo of it cause I go...
