Such days are these rotten and forgotten among us. <br />I couldn't see love under a microscope defenseless as a goat. <br />No more shall i cry tears from these weakning eye's. <br />Thier something that we all have inside, as being a child of god <br />What are the odds seems unlikely thier will be heaven on earth. <br />Since birth i have had every name place in this organ spiritually. <br />I know you can hear me were all the same, i live to love <br />because i know thier pain. <br />Let's open it and give it for many are alone in life. <br />Lost to find emptiness in thier sight. <br />Tonight i write this poem as for the reason of music. <br />For you to listen to a heart that you have. <br />And when you need to use it.<br /><br />Curtis Mosby<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/use-it-2/
