*Falling in these lonely lands
where sorrow is known
I carried my heart in both hands
in fear of becoming a stone.
For bruises and scars
piled up my body,
that I wailed to the stars
hoping for a remedy.
Now I've become coy
in battles unseen
and how I wished joy
would finally stay with me.
O hear the pleas
of my troubled soul
I long to spread my wings
that darkness stole.
I fear pain will soon be my home
Living in lies
is where I shouldn’t roam
and the light in me silently cries
crying for the chance
of a happy life.
-a.g.*
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 7:49 PM UTC
*Falling in these lonely lands
where sorrow is known
I carried my heart in both hands
in fear of becoming a stone.
For bruises and scars
piled up my body,
that I wailed to the stars
hoping for a remedy.
Now I've become coy
in battles unseen
and how I wished joy
would finally stay with me.
O hear the pleas
of my troubled soul
I long to spread my wings
that darkness stole.
I fear pain will soon be my home
Living in lies
is where I shouldn’t roam
and the light in me silently cries
crying for the chance
of a happy life.
-a.g.*
