silence is of a quiet dove

Now days I try to keep pushing forward but it's colder then gray days with raines that seam to never go way. Like the trers on my face I wipe em away put the paine dusent go away how could love be so barren and vaine u love whit your hate and u hate with your love .silenced is of a qwiet dove striking lighting from up on above my hart not on my sleeve it's out the window, like a widow a clashing dust to a buss . Thats y i rap so illiy becuse my hert i dont wont no one feal so lonefuly . We bandige the wounds that seam to never go away.and are blood we ware on cuff slive Told to be be pound of what we bleed when my bones no longer creek sqweek of pop bit brake I'll use an as newtinceals for my ass to feed