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The Mixture



There is so much pain in the eyes
The eyes of a child once shone bright and warmed you inside 
So many people are hurting and the answers are nowhere to be found
They tell us to keep praying but the pain continues to get worse
Children eyes struggle to stay open as they receive their latest cancer dose
The inability to play with their friends only brings more tears to their eyes
The heat of the sun makes them weak as they try to stand tall to beg for something to eat
The inability to smile and share the joy of being a child
The guns increase in the streets but nobody knows how them reach
Hatred so strong in the hearts of men
They put a gun to the head of the young and they feel nothing their hearts are numb

The day draws to an end and they tell us pain endures just for awhile
How you tell that to a child? Whose father killed his mother then committed suicide leaving him behind
The young man works hard to bring home money to take care of his wife and child
He is held up on his way from work every cent is taken and he cries out because his wife and child will remain hungry until he can find a few dimes
They tell us to be optimistic because better shall come
Yet with each new day comes the news that more gunshot a bus
People are hurting and we can't find the answers

People have confused the idea of love so much
They lose their dignity in the name of making a couple bucks
Can't you see the meaning of value is rarely known amongst us?
The pain in the eyes are still with us as we wipe the tears away we wonder if God still remembers us
Natural destructions flood the world and it's as if nature is tired of mankind
It can't be easy for you to believe that joy will come in awhile 
Corrupted governments, abuse,poverty and no new policies
The world is at a stand still but the pain in our eyes continues to get darker
Darker yet without a glimpse of light
As the tears flow the pain and the little joy rolls on by

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