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To Break My Heart

written by: John Preston Writings

 

How do I find the strength in the world as such as ours?
The battles we have fought and the battles we still need
To fight. I’ve loved and lived in a world which continues
Even more to break my heart.

For I can’t trust this world of greedy, unlawful ways which
Conflict against us in all we do. I have tried and
Tried to forget the heartaches in a world which continues
Even more to break my heart.

Lifting your head high while walking in the shame
They try to put on you, rejection bleeds out
Heavily. It doesn’t matter anymore if you're
Good at what you do in a world which continues
Even more to break my heart.

Our subsistence does not and has not mattered
In a time before now, they’re not quick to deal
Out good opportunities so what difference
Does it really make in a world which continues
Even more to break my heart.

Yet in your eyes I am deemed a fool for trying,
How it seemed like time wasted for me.
For I just can’t let go of a dream that quickly
In a world which continues even more
To break my heart.

Stand in my shoes just for a moment
How would you feel? How could it be
Possible to end up this way? You can
Spend money but just end up lying
There bleeding out in a world
Which continues even more
To break my heart.

John Preston Writings

John Preston Writings

John Preston is an Australian poet/writer who has been writing for almost 20 years and has published almost 10 books. John started out only wanting to write inspiration verses which came to pass where his own struggles in life made way for him to shape and craft his verses from nothing to what it is today!
John has had no formal education training in writing, he has not done any university training in writer wither, what you ready is all real.
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