I was called the rock.
My lips were tied by a lock.
Nothing could crack me.
Nobody would break me.
Until the day the rock shattered.
Life as I knew it ended.
I don’t want and can’t fight anymore.
But I have no choice, I have to battle some more.
Peace and serenity
Lawrence Copyright July 2018
Sadness beautifully expressed
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I’m a broken rock too. Sad 😢
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So sorry for you
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Please, keep fighting, my friend!
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that is right………we get up to fight another day!
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The only way…!
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amen!
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Keep up the good fight. (John)
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Will do, thank you
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Thank you very much
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