Carry You...

Little Joe...

Speak to me...

Talk to me...

What's on your mind?

Distractions everywhere.

Don't let go of the rope.

Please hold on to hope.

Listen to me.

So much will transpire.

You'll see death, you'll feel pain.

Experience laughter, so nice, and illusions of love.

I'm close to you like never before.

I'm showing up for you when no one else will.

When you fail and get betrayed.

God will carry you.

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I held on to your dreams, little Joe.

You're an artist, creating worlds of mystery and misty trees.

You asked if I have any scars or traveled far.

We traveled to foreign places.

Hands filled with vices.

Transformed into a derelict

My mind is dark and my heart is cold.

Hey little Joe, you'll need to take it easy.

The world is complex and the people live for vanity.

We're all dancing in the club to the upbeat.

Yet sorrow rests as leaven beneath it all, alone and hollow.

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Little Joe...

Speak to me...

Talk to me...

What's on your mind.

Distractions everywhere.

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The silent calmness in the night resonating the magnitude of sorrow.

But try and find peace tomorrow.

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