Black world, White world
The world is black, the joy is gone
the soul is tired, of going on
there is no meaning, another day
the sense is gone, floated away
the thought to quit, to give it up
becomes an option, time to stop
but there is hope, some hope you might
see the other world , the white
to find a way, to make you see
and redefine, who you could be
it can be long, that may be right
but in the end, your world is white
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10-10-2012