Seasons change and leaves had browned. Here i am sitting, hoping for a single sound. Flowers begin to wither away I thought it was just any other day.
A year has passed I never knew that conversation would be the last. The yelling, the screaming. God, just give me some meaning! Im exhausted Lord, i need advice. Why was my mother to be a sacrifice.
Lord i love you, but why so much pain? My eyes are full of vision, but what do i gain? Mother, father, are you there? I feel you everywhere. The smell of amber and vanilla i think of you. You are gone but still here too.