Sorrow

For all the dead Christmas Trees that survive the Slaughter a holla this is a song from the heart torn cry of a girl named sorrow.

Only her love was the reason she could not let go, only the days turned to years,and the pain turned to tears to an inbuilt dislike to greed and liars..

I can not forget! Felt and thought the girl named sorrow! her heart gone I know in my dream stitches showed.

Only her soul could sing but O! they wanted to make sure that truth was so unfamiliar but what's stored in the soul is what Sorrow knows that the holder of the Axes faces be shown.

A dark sinister shadow that is cast and lamenting in self verbiage is a well in themselves, fermenting that smells.

In moments of protest love poured so tender what was real In a single moment sorrow was gone.

All along all along the familiar roads, the walls and this land still holds memories of this tale in what is written of a love inside that holla's! They had there momento she whispered, i will have mine.

Sorry is not sorrow I'm not going to pay with my life, waning from approval was when Sorrow looked and saw people in tents protesting against banks in the State were wanting more is a social diseases that desensitizes us from from the axe that cost oh so so many Christmas trees to fall.

On the latest rap farmed, filmed and framed, the suit fits but there other face is shameless misspent virtues.

Awareness! is a fictional reality based on indecisive senseless vile ranks mouths that renk with lies about taxing themselves, dosing us into believing the monetary beast machine is designed to create heaven! laundering ideas to our number! numb and dim

Sorrow rebels the girl who's heart was her soul I still got my Soul the girls name sorrow hollas, that look sang this song There was a look that told a tale a look that felt no lies The machines rold and the Christmas trees began to fall Sorrow began to sing this song for all the Christmas trees that still stand tall whose heart was her soul.