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When We Forget
*For all those moments when we forget what actually upset us
A ticking clock that tracks the time
Retelling grief, enlarging lies
As light does slip far from your eyes
You soon forget the details
The blood and tears do constant fall
A forlorn home with frozen walls
The fractured knees will not stand tall
The facts precede the entrails
What were the words that you did hear?
Who had the tongue that pierced the ear?
A fragile soul gives in to fear
Constant thought corruption
Misunderstanding escalades
No attempts for peace are made
Tranquility succumbed to raid
A fragile mind erupted
Recounting stories, one will see
The factors change realities
What truly happened cannot be
A fight without a reason
Emotions blown and thoughts reborn
The faultless mind, in two, is torn
The innocent is brought to mourn
Every change of season
Before you act, investigate
And then choose which side you will take
A leafless yard does need no rake
Let wisdom have his vote
Two sides will speak mere hints of truth
Telling tales full of abuse
Like seeds a lie will take its roots
A bridge over a moat
A ticking clock that tracks the time
Retelling grief, enlarging lies
As light does slip far from your eyes
You soon forget the details
The blood and tears do constant fall
A forlorn home with frozen walls
The fractured knees will not stand tall
The facts precede the entrails
What were the words that you did hear?
Who had the tongue that pierced the ear?
A fragile soul gives in to fear
Constant thought corruption
Misunderstanding escalades
No attempts for peace are made
Tranquility succumbed to raid
A fragile mind erupted
Recounting stories, one will see
The factors change realities
What truly happened cannot be
A fight without a reason
Emotions blown and thoughts reborn
The faultless mind, in two, is torn
The innocent is brought to mourn
Every change of season
Before you act, investigate
And then choose which side you will take
A leafless yard does need no rake
Let wisdom have his vote
Two sides will speak mere hints of truth
Telling tales full of abuse
Like seeds a lie will take its roots
A bridge over a moat
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