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The Hands That Broke by thewronged, literature
Literature
The Hands That Broke
God bless the hands that broke the chain
God bless the heart that still beats
God bless the men who forged my way
God bless the love for freedom's plea
Sail away, my young bonnie boy, sail away
sail away for the country back home
Sail back to the land your fathers called Eire
and no more from from her shores do roam
They were beaten and starved
converted and marred
broken beyond all belief
but a will to survive
and their god by their side
they struck out for Americay
for twenty-one days
in third class they lay
waiting for signs of freedom
for lady of liberty
they came for thee
and hoped happiness would receive them
but w
'Forgive, but dont Forget' by thewronged, literature
Literature
'Forgive, but dont Forget'
No matter how many times
I write this down
It cant make you come again
It can stop the sound
Of breaking down
No matter how often I forgive
I still cannot drown
I cant forget the look on your face
Before they placed you in the ground
Before they laid you down
And all im asking is for one little sign
And three simple words: are you alright?
One small response one little light
One more whisper before you say goodbye
Write these words down again
In your history book notes
Write down the words i said
And put you away in a box of hope
And send you far away from home
Now theres no remnents of you
Nothing to remind me
Just thi
'I Think I Lost Myself' by thewronged, literature
Literature
'I Think I Lost Myself'
I think I lost myself in the grasp
The past, the dash, the mass-media
Mingling for a feeling I can't have
We were just lying to each other
For another, to hover, to smother-yourself
for the lark, or just the hint of a laugh
For just the ghost of upturned lips
your hips, the dips, the rips-in your fabric
have caught my eye's wanderlust again
They rove over the misunderstood format
floor mat, oversized hat, the draft-you left
wide open when you broke me open
And the wind is cutting razors to my ears
open fields, your mothers tears, my fear-escapes
the blaze down the ladder and into the street
when im greeted by my oldest friends
Glory From My Lowest by thewronged, literature
Literature
Glory From My Lowest
Rain tapped lightly and I opened up my door
And the feelings that I felt, I've never felt before
the sun its shines we all felt fine
the rain made us hide beneath
the comforter and blakents were we'd hid both our dreams
And world it did seem scary as we opened up our hearts
And the pieces of our bodies were all just moving parts
and we all danced we held our hands
and sent up a prayer to all those we know
and I said remember that i need you thats something that this seed must sow
And we paced the lawns that we had crept the night before
and we dreamed of the day we were all looking towards
we walked the block and set our clocks
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'Sunday Night... by thewronged, literature
Literature
'Sunday Night...
unbridled joy and some happy homes
lost inside the place
where we both threw our stones
postage stamps and letters wrote
are things i left
when i saw the sea, it had turned all to foam
when the sun is setting in the east
and we sat down for our last feast
i could barely see you breathing
the moon is rising over the clouds
the air is cool inside the house
and we kissed each others mouth
thursday as we are leaving school
i hold your hand
listen to your heart for room
i hope its all empty
late that night as we say goodbye
i kiss you head
and you make that sound,
the sound for which i die
when the sun is rising in the wes