Small drops of water that turn to blood;
We felt the pain home and abroad,
Held it back, no reactions. But—
It's the last straw that breaks the camel's back,
Everything comes flooding from the past,
Like concrete that was cast in stone,
We remember the past like broken bones;
We move forward like rolling stones.
What held us back now drives us on,
The things altogether that weighed a ton;
One good turn deserves another one,
Slap our cheeks and the left we'll turn:
Live to the fullest, have some fun,
Yet, in purity, your light to burn;
For it's the little things that become a flood,
Small drops of water that turn to blood..
© el-iyanu
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