Rain drops falling but I don't want to hear them
It's like tear drops falling and I don't want to see them
Too many times I've cried
To much of a struggle
Fighting for something that doesn't want to be apart of that struggle
To many times I've cried
To much of a struggle
Seeing things through blurry vision as a young child
Now I understand that a man should always father his child
To many times I've cried
To much of a struggle
For the pain I've splattered on paper
To keep myself sane
For the mistakes I've crossed out but proceeded to make them betters things.. To many times
-Jesenia Castellanos
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