Difference
By Hwymike
DiffrenceThe little things with who’s to blameLife is called a game (time and chance)Times I held a chance…Then in only a glance all that prancedBefore my eyes seemed distant (out of reach)Chance to hold in time, still…Of the moment, concealed secret pain Hidden from being fame (frame of mind)“Difference,” as what’s the beat of my heart?Hands toiling to treat the needing Using every, or any thing to keep (just love)Only too honestly believe it will be lostGaining in my torment, heaping of griefJust to supply everyone’s greed (sick motive)The only relief I feel is my deathFor if I don’t even have breathThere is no heaviness (anything to take)Nor remembrance of my presents“Difference”Copyright © November 2001 Michael L. Chick Written November 3rd, 2001 © on Nov 03 2001 08:38 AM PST 0 • 1
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"DiffrenceThe little things with who’s to blameLife is called a game (time and chance)Times I held a chance…Then in only a glance all that prancedBefore my eyes seemed distant (out of reach)Chance to hold in time, still…Of the moment, concealed secret pain Hidden from being fame (frame of mind)“Difference,” as what’s the beat of my heart?Hands toiling to treat the needing Using every, or any thing to keep (just love)Only too honestly believe it will be lostGaining in my torment, heaping of griefJust to supply everyone’s greed (sick motive)The only relief I feel is my deathFor if I don’t even have breathThere is no heaviness (anything to take)Nor remembrance of my presents“Difference”Copyright © November 2001 Michael L. Chick..."