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Source: ME!
OHMYGAWD I AM SO BORED D: So I made a cover for a story I MIIIIIIGHT write. Took me a while and badly edited but I प्यार IT ANYWAY :D THOUGHTS?
This True Writers प्रशंसक कला might contain मोबाइल फोनों के लिए, हास्य पुस्तक, मंगा, कार्टून, एनीमे, कॉमिक बुक, and manga.
When will this end?
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality
They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope
When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying द्वारा their own hands every day.
Some say they will make America better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will
When will प्यार start?
The दिन we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away
When will our world change?
The दिन we प्यार too much to kill
The दिन others' pain becomes our pain
The दिन we act instead of just talking about it
"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
Yes, it's hard, but let us try.
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality
They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope
When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying द्वारा their own hands every day.
Some say they will make America better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will
When will प्यार start?
The दिन we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away
When will our world change?
The दिन we प्यार too much to kill
The दिन others' pain becomes our pain
The दिन we act instead of just talking about it
"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
Yes, it's hard, but let us try.
Newly born
Squeals
Pitifully
A tiny voice raised high
Going nowhere
Confined
Confused
A single spot on the page
Then
It grows
And walks in waves and braves the कड़वा wind
Shakily on its spindly legs, it smudges the paper
गाना its first tune
A tiny tune
Twirling and whirling
It grows taller
And tougher
With every beat of its half-grown heart
It grows
Joined द्वारा others
They sing together
A forgotten voice
A reflection
Of लॉस्ट symphonies
Tooting their trumpets
They stand to attention
An army of discord
Marching forth
Into a brand new dawn
Squeals
Pitifully
A tiny voice raised high
Going nowhere
Confined
Confused
A single spot on the page
Then
It grows
And walks in waves and braves the कड़वा wind
Shakily on its spindly legs, it smudges the paper
गाना its first tune
A tiny tune
Twirling and whirling
It grows taller
And tougher
With every beat of its half-grown heart
It grows
Joined द्वारा others
They sing together
A forgotten voice
A reflection
Of लॉस्ट symphonies
Tooting their trumpets
They stand to attention
An army of discord
Marching forth
Into a brand new dawn
