BLURRED EDGES ~for all their days~

to drag their fingers through the sand
trapped in a home that’s not their land
they never could have seen the light of day

just figures forming in the mist
their stories end without a twist
well, no one ever thought that they could stay

but what if we had given them a way?

the promises that they exchanged,
the wins and losses that they gained,
whoever said that was not worth a life?

for all their days of suffering and strife…

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