Be Strong

I cannot count the tears Nor can I count the hate Though I can only count The men that hate didi take. I cannot curse the World Nor can I curse the few Though I wish I could only curse The Men that hate did knew. I wish there was no pain, I wish there was no grave, But I know that will never be, For like the rain, it comes everyday. We are Given life, And we are given death, We are then given the choice, To make it the worst or best. I cannot count the bullets Nor can I count the hate, Though I can only count, The Graves, where dreams are laid. Randy L. McClave