I set this area aside for my friends' work. Some of my friends don't have any webspace
to post their writings or art so I wanted to share.
to post their writings or art so I wanted to share.
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by David Jacobs
A tear like a thousand others falls to the
ground
When it hits it splashes without a sound
To live and to die
To fall and to fly
These are the things in which to cry?
A thousand tears unheard, why not make it
one more
One out of thousands can always soar
To pass and to fail
To win and to loose
These are the things in which to cry?
A tear that is no different falls from above
Why should this one mean more?
To stand up and to sit down
These are the things in which to cry?
A tear that looses its meaning can never be
grasped
The face that it falls from looses it’s shape
In an eternal world of meaning
Why don’t I know what it means to cry?
A tear like a thousand others falls to the
ground
When it hits it splashes without a sound
To live and to die
To fall and to fly
These are the things in which to cry?
A thousand tears unheard, why not make it
one more
One out of thousands can always soar
To pass and to fail
To win and to loose
These are the things in which to cry?
A tear that is no different falls from above
Why should this one mean more?
To stand up and to sit down
These are the things in which to cry?
A tear that looses its meaning can never be
grasped
The face that it falls from looses it’s shape
In an eternal world of meaning
Why don’t I know what it means to cry?
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