Mistakes

When we feel clean,
Inside I mean ,
Our hearts ever so pure entiraly full,
Until,

All is broken,
As we forget the token,
The token which has let us feel clean,
Inside I mean.

Mistakes we all make,
Sometimes even let us take,
The belovets of our lives,
When we loose our minds in all thease lies.

Kids feel it is world war 3,
Some lives are even said to be free,
This is the way it should not be,
Lives may never be free we must see.

Everone of us is worth a lot,
And as before we start to plot,
We must realise ‘us’
Are the ones who make the fuss.

Ending with deaths ,
Unforgiven threaths,
Becuase we feel unclean,
And nothing is left all has been seen.

That is untrue,
And we call ourselves mature
Killing one another,
When we all come from a mother.

Mistakes we all make,
Can never let us take,
Someones life.

Mistakes can be fixed,
Even though then our feelings are mixed.
We have done something wrong,
And we know it was strong.



If we try to be forgiven,
Our hearts again will feel clean.
Inside I mean.

This is a way of life we learn from along the way,
Therfore we will never let it stay,
We shall let it move along,
Mistakes being learnt from , and long gone.