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The hope for a distant memory gone, A place in my heart you once belonged, at the shores of our time, When you desired to return. Returning to our alcove of Love, To the laughter and tears of you my beloved, A family of strangers, but you all I love, A carving for joy, that came from above. Made of rocks, shaped into a shelter, But I shielded you, from every weather, How you rested in these bowels when the stormy rain peltered. Childhood memories we shared, In passivity, but like a shadow I was there, A cold shoulder, your burden we beared, Like those nights, insomnia had you in fear. I am still a living memory of your tear, The hate residing in papa's cold stair, On a land mine, you treaded with care, But the resentment still sent you to the hostel. Now the cold holds my heart, tight in a grip, For the warmth of your presence, I can only plead, My bricks fail, and air stays stale, As These walls now wall an empty shell, A shell of who I once was,...

The stormy wind Brings with it tear drops To stand is strength But giants also fall Some say staying down Proves you're weak, But what is strength When you've lost your feet Not defeat. Just the piece that made you feel complete. It's easy to see Never easy to be To bear the weight of the cards that's dealt Is never as the pain of the strings of death Dying is living, and death is a new beginning the hopeless man still waits for the morning The mourning of an end End of his pain, The dawn of the day. By I.am_Oma.