When I look at you,
I see myself in the mirror.
Fighting through clouded days,
Hoping they get clearer.
She shouldn’t have to cry,
How come no one hears her.
He has his dreams,
Wants to fly,
But its as if the devil is standing nearer.
And it got weirder.
When our roll models do wrong.
But we refuse to let that get in our way.
So we stand strong.
But for how long?
Even Hercules’s legs grow tired.
Wars will never stop,
And some simply cant get hired,
Or they’re getting fired.
Even if you start to move higher,
You still feel the heat,
Because hell is getting hotter.
A dragon that harry potter couldn’t slay,
And no one was there to save the day.
So try to sprout wings and take off,
Like a crow at play.
But don’t go too far,
Less you drift off into outer space.
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