Marcquiese Burrell

(2/21/1987 / Baltimore, MD)

Love Save the Day


Life can get a little crazy
it's a battle fought in order to survive
Struggled sometimes to keep from going under
and you've found you only took a hard nose dive
it's a problem fairly commom
I know you thinking that you face this one alone
You're not the first who experienced the hurt
We all panic when we're in the danger zone

hate in this world really break you down
It can take the light inside your soul away
it'll make you weak your future seem so bleak
and the dark skies call for rain throughout the day
when you looking all around you
Chaos is the very thing you see
In a time of great depression, we need to find a new direction
Reap the rewards of love, peace and harmony

Submitted: Saturday, August 10, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, August 27, 2013

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