I am here, breathing...
Living the days I've been promised
So as I travel from dawn to dusk,
There are countless things;
I might have missed
I carry on my chest, a burden of regrets
And run on a road full of thrones,
How I wish;
that all this pain would be enough,
To pay the price of my sins
Cause life does not spare anyone,
And now it's my turn.
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 12:57 PM UTC
I am here, breathing...
Living the days I've been promised
So as I travel from dawn to dusk,
There are countless things;
I might have missed
I carry on my chest, a burden of regrets
And run on a road full of thrones,
How I wish;
that all this pain would be enough,
To pay the price of my sins
Cause life does not spare anyone,
And now it's my turn.
