THE PAIN OF REALITY

          AS A BEE STINGS
          AS A DOG BITES
          WE FEEL THE PAIN OF REALITY
          EACH MORNING WE WAKE TO A HOPEFUL DAY
          OH COME WHAT MAY, I STILL FEEL THE SAME.
          THE PAIN OF REALITY
          THE PAIN ITS MOCKERY
          AS I ONCE BELIEVE
          AS I ONCE THOUGHT
          WE ARE BUT ALONE
          NIGHT FALLS
          DARKNESS COMES
          IS THERE BUT A DIM LIGHT OF HOPE?
          COVER ME
          SHELTER ME
          FOR I FEEL EMPTY
          MY PAIN, MY HATE, MY FEAR
          I’D HATE THIS TO BE MY REALITY

          BY GIOVANNI F. LOZANO MARTINEZ

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