Sep 16
To him they tried to speak,
But he was far away
Another day, another week
A life time it will stay
He shall find no quarter, no peace
A life with no real bond
He dreams of that barter, a breeze
Then rest on crimson pond
But he was far away
Another day, another week
A life time it will stay
He shall find no quarter, no peace
A life with no real bond
He dreams of that barter, a breeze
Then rest on crimson pond
Sorry for the write, im a mess. Just needed to sleep.
