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October 24th, 2024 It’s been a year of pain and wordsThe year has endedThe words have goneBut the pain won’t let us goIt’s been a year of waiting and prayingThe year is overThe prayers fading, each
October 6th, 2024 Time goes onBut we stay the sameA year has gone byBut nothing has changedThe tears keep fallingJust like yesterdayThe pain keeps callingIt won’t go awayDown south the timeItself stands stillUp north the sirensLoud
October 1st, 2024 October nowOctober thenThe time betweenOctober rainsThe ground still dry hereNothing growsOctober daysWe never choseFall turned winterSummer from springOctober stillThrough everything
September 22, 2024 We wished they were thereAs we walked down the aisleHolding new babiesTheir hug and a smileWe mourned each their absenceAt every new milestoneKnowing if we calledThey wouldn’t answer the phonePerhaps the biggest disgraceIs
At the corner of Kaplan and Ibn Gvirol,you stand next to me waiting to cross,a tower of olive with dust on your boots,and I barely subdue a primal urgeto wrap my arms around you. Soldier,what can
November 27th, 2024 We should be worthyThey all sayOf your braveryOf your sacrificeOf the legacy you left behindBut really, we all knowWe’d rather be worthyOf your smileOf your lightOf the joy which you defined
September 1st, 2024 I’ve wallowed in painI’ve dwelled in heartbreakI’ve existed on breathing in agony and sorrowBut nowNot wallowing but drowningNot dwelling but barely survivingAnd the breaths of poisoned anguish and grief threaten to suffocateWith no
July 8th, 2024 For months on endMy heart bleeding proseLyrics and phrases pushing their wayThrough the cracks in my facadeNow that the wall has crumbledThe dam burstMy heart broken beyond repairThe 9 month markHas brought death
May 13th, 2024 Inflation means the cost of living continues to increaseI never thought I’d see such high inflation in my timeI don’t think I can afford this cost
March 27th, 2024 My son’s not a hero was her first thoughtHe’s just a kidHis smelly shoesHis messy roomAnd a constant smirk on his face I’m pretty sure that’s not what heroes look like, she saidHe’s