Shouldn't Be

 Tis not the place I dream in,
 A world so confused often misused, abused,
  Alone the tears run cold,
    Tether the rope a dead mans stare, wonders where,
   Falls to the ground, no one cares,
  Shattered thoughts turn to dreams, night mares, mixed up shaken minds,
   Shot full of lead and left for dead,
Why should she be the only one left to bleed?
   Would you ever let her inside your head?
   Laughing at the worlds misery,
Lightening strikes a mystery ever seen,
  Staring at the sun, pass the time blindly fishing tattered rags of kerosene,
Needles and pins, needles and pins the old dusty wind chime,
 Blowing in the wind shouldn't be a sin,

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