Buildings breaking tearing apart
Guns blazing scaring my heart
Holding my family near
Making sure the children don't fear
Don't want fear instilled in their minds
Fear and cowardice and all other kinds
If I close my eyes I can see Sudan
The Sudan I knew,Sudan was one big clan
Now Sudan is piece by piece
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It breaks my heart to see you cry
An empty bottle and a letter to yourself
It breaks my heart to see you cry
To hold you is to be at home
Slowly but surely you are coming back to life
To hold you is to be at home
No-one knows what you mean
As it doesn't mean anything but to me
......
I lay awake all through the night
While others lay asleep
As I think of you and I
The tears roll down my cheek
I cry because I love you
I cry because I care
But most of all the reason why I cry
Is you're not there
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Bags are packed
Vision impaired by tears
Emotions are stacked away from prying ears
The way you feel the heaviness of the heart
Is like sentimental constipation hoping for loves gentle fart
This place is not a home
No warmth or passion exist
Just grated memories
Of a false promise of subtleness
Rooted in the lies and devious nature of it all
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I'm always surprised when each time I cry; there are always so many.
How many could be left?
When so much else is in want, how is it that tears are in limitless supply?
Is it because sadness is, too?
Will there always be more?
Perhaps it is sadness itself that is crawling from my heart and to my eyes, and seeping from them to escape.
It infects my body as it courses through my veins to my eyes, weakening my body, my resolve.
But are tears the only means of pain emptying from my body?
Is that when my tears will run out, when the pain is gone?
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I sit in darkness,
hiding my pain,
in regions of sorrow,
my thoughts remain.
Torrents of tears,
run down my face.
as I search for comfort,
In a warm embrace.
A thousand thought,
......
Bags are packed
Vision impaired by tears
Emotions are stacked away from prying ears
The way you feel the heaviness of the heart
Is like sentimental constipation hoping for loves gentle fart
This place is not a home
No warmth or passion exist
Just grated memories
Of a false promise of subtleness
Rooted in the lies and devious nature of it all
......
It breaks my heart to see you cry
An empty bottle and a letter to yourself
It breaks my heart to see you cry
To hold you is to be at home
Slowly but surely you are coming back to life
To hold you is to be at home
No-one knows what you mean
As it doesn't mean anything but to me
......
Body shaking.
Heart pumping.
Can’t breathe.
Feel like jumping.
Hot tears on the verge of falling.
Can’t break down.
Can’t start bawling.
Tears show weakness.
I’m not weak.
I’m mad as hell.
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My heart like a desert dims dry,
Streams of tears fill my eyes.
For my pains and sufferings still I cry...
What use is endurance but why.
My life is done, my thread is run.
Ages of lachrymose I have lived under the sun .
What future there is to long ahead
When you know that you are already dead?
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