Feb 2018
I want to yell and to scream
But my lungs won't hold air
My eyes would flow like a stream
But there's no water there
And the days pass me by,
Though there's not many left
Can only breathe deep and sigh
Hold tight all that's left, bereft.
But my lungs won't hold air
My eyes would flow like a stream
But there's no water there
And the days pass me by,
Though there's not many left
Can only breathe deep and sigh
Hold tight all that's left, bereft.
Alone, in an unfamiliar country, on the verge of homelessness, missing the friends I consider family.
Trying to work on my lyric writing ability, hope to come back to this and expand on it one day.
Trying to work on my lyric writing ability, hope to come back to this and expand on it one day.
