Can we be friends

Title: Broken Is this a holy thing to see, In a rich and fruitful land, Babes nailed to misery, parents cut hands left to just watch them suffer? Fed with cold and usurous hand? hick the price to whatever we'll live strive with fingers weary and worn,

So.........

If ?

Prayer

Mothers

I am lonely Coz you left me all alone, I thought this was till death do us part But it is now till pride did us part Wait I thought there was us Or were u after ass , I doubt I got, Truly I loved you , And I wanted this to last but it all rusted