woe is you, woe is me
We all have our woe is me and everyone has a story to tell.
Walking amongst another in this world we call hell.
Picking up peices of our once glorified dreams,
just to sit back and watch it all flood our hopeless streams.
We all have our woe is me and everyone has there story to tell.
Please,don't deprive us of molding our own shell.
We are all just one, but yet we are us all.
Alone our battles we might fight but in the end,
Everyday has a new light.
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