Do you want my body
This hunk of flesh that you stare at and use.
Or do you want my soul?
The light inside of my eyes that you barely ever saw
The choice is your's
But when I grow old this hunk of flesh
Will be nothing more than a pile of bones
But the shine in my eyes
Will never. be. lost.
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 7:12 AM UTC
Do you want my body
This hunk of flesh that you stare at and use.
Or do you want my soul?
The light inside of my eyes that you barely ever saw
The choice is your's
But when I grow old this hunk of flesh
Will be nothing more than a pile of bones
But the shine in my eyes
Will never. be. lost.
