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A walk down the lane drenched in Gods tears,
shamelessly waiting,
but noone appears.
It seems as is when everything is going wrong,
noone brave ever comes along,
and admits to his crime what he has done,
that could have affected the life of an innocent one.
Then I look up into the dark black night, And I knew that nothing was going right.
How come it is so?
To be praised you rise from below,
But to be condemned your face does'nt show.
And yes it pisses me off,
to know the wrong can walk off, while I sit here waiting,
and just anticipating,
the thought of you coming back,
but yes it wisdom I lack.
So when I look up into the sky,
now I realize why,
God is crying,
it is probably because we are not trying,
He just opened his eyes,
that his own creations live on lies,
but yet he laughs at us,
for his tears hit us like a big school bus,
and everytime it happens,
he hopes we will realize,
how wrong we are,
to get into the car,
and not care that someone may be dieing,
and to not care our loved ones are crying,
yes we care what our hair looks like,
and we care about the cute guy called mike,
but in the end,
we are the ones affected friends.