Confusion parading through my mind.
Word had been always of elders.
I can easily be gone for entirely.
It's nolonger possible to stay,
Where poverty is the order of myself.
I hope one dawn,
It shall be over,
And come back home.
Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 9:33 AM UTC
Confusion parading through my mind.
Word had been always of elders.
I can easily be gone for entirely.
It's nolonger possible to stay,
Where poverty is the order of myself.
I hope one dawn,
It shall be over,
And come back home.
