It’s cradles me
Like a new born
From what I can see
There is no;
High or Low
Left and Right
Right from Wrong.
Just a single existence
I wish I could feel,
What I felt before
Sometimes, even pain can be comforting
Aug 2, 2020
Aug 2, 2020 at 6:25 AM UTC
It’s cradles me
Like a new born
From what I can see
There is no;
High or Low
Left and Right
Right from Wrong.
Just a single existence
I wish I could feel,
What I felt before
Sometimes, even pain can be comforting
