Without shedding tears
my soul would not wear a dress...

I will celebrate Spring again
when trees stop mourning...

The people I've met during the course of life
slowly moving in, quickly rolling out...

Fall is moving in
a new season begins...

My mirror don't lie
it shows me my deepskin scars...

That moment when the rain stops
there hasn't been sun in days...

Waking up this morning
wasn't like any others...

My eyes are tired from watching
this poor excuse of a leader...

Children are crying
parents anxiously searching...

Death is part of life
it lives inside of us...

I have taken on this journey
a road I have travelled down numerous times...

That sense of discomfort
unspoken words I burried them...