No pretenses, In the middle of all

we are who we are and do what we do.

What we learned to survive as we fall

in the darkness below, in the midst of a strife-

Sometimes we must pay what is due

and the price may be big or be small

but we pay for contentment with life.


No pretense to disguise who we are

since the tears that may flow are the same

and just the same is the hurt that we feel-

At the end all we have is just a name

with some pieces of a broken heart,

when defeated and tired we kneel

and we see our lives come apart.

H.O. 11/12/12


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