crybaby poet

hell no
you're not gonna cry anymore
it won't bring back the dead
it won't bring out the sun
it won't stop the trigger happy son of a gun
nor would it wash your car or do your laundry.
keep it flowing in the river of your heart
and so give it a life in your soul.

p/s:
Kinda make me sing to a GnR" song. But you won't sing that to a mother of a dead fighter. Not entirely dedicated to any specific person, but I really hope that there'll be no more sadness in this world.

Oh ya happy 2nd anniv, dear khalis. I love you so very much.