Breaking bread
Breaking fast Why they ask The answer doth come from a place o'er the understand of most petty people in this race With a finish line we all know and see That never stopped me! I need to break that Watch the pieces as they tumble and fall Isn't it wonderful Broken freedom This is the dream we are given and expected to say "Thanks so much!" People want more more more I am not so sure... There is only one cure for the lies we tell ourselves That is the healing power of truth tempered with the empathy of compassion With that Anything can happen Wars can be ended and famine off fended Yet we persist Even when we see so much is amiss! We just think, that's how it is BREAK THAT Start small for otherwise your will not start at all and the world smiles upon excuses These have limited uses We either do or do not, both are a choice but so few have the voice to be honest without being hurtful Without being hateful When you hate the self how can you love someone else? Breaking hearts, breaking brains, breaking patterns inane and yet I still have shame Shame at the face that I was born to wealth Broken boy lost his toy now he hurting other boys I won't let that be No not me I will see love and mercy rule my days It just might make me seemed crazed But perception is broken anyway
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