Mar 2014
Your eyes are telling a tale
Everywhere you go
Your steps are making rhythms
silent and slow
Your head was never high
Nor does your voice
Every tremble of your hands
Every quiver on your lips
I know.
Everywhere you go
Your steps are making rhythms
silent and slow
Your head was never high
Nor does your voice
Every tremble of your hands
Every quiver on your lips
I know.
for my lovely friend who had thought for all these years no one has seen the pain in his eyes or the anxiety on his face. I miss you. be strong.
