In my life I've had heartache and pain over and over and over again.
I’ve been battered and beaten for no **** good reason. Accused and abused no matter the season
I’ve laughed I’ve cried & remembered those who have died like My brother, My Sister My Mum and My Dad. They were All in my life all that I had. I tell a lie I have another brother too from a family of six down to just two.
In my life I’ve seen things that make me cry, like a dog with its head blown off I don’t know why. I seen a man who died from falling from on high. It’s vague image now and yes he did die. In my life I’ve lost those that I loved, some are still here and some are above. I have six children who I really miss, my babies are growing up I have no one to kiss.
In my life I remember faces and places and names of people from all different races. I’ve held Kangaroos, Koalas, & Snakes I've seen people who just love eating cakes.
The memories are clear, true and unjust In My Life they were people I'd trust
Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 8:14 PM UTC
In my life I've had heartache and pain over and over and over again.
I’ve been battered and beaten for no **** good reason. Accused and abused no matter the season
I’ve laughed I’ve cried & remembered those who have died like My brother, My Sister My Mum and My Dad. They were All in my life all that I had. I tell a lie I have another brother too from a family of six down to just two.
In my life I’ve seen things that make me cry, like a dog with its head blown off I don’t know why. I seen a man who died from falling from on high. It’s vague image now and yes he did die. In my life I’ve lost those that I loved, some are still here and some are above. I have six children who I really miss, my babies are growing up I have no one to kiss.
In my life I remember faces and places and names of people from all different races. I’ve held Kangaroos, Koalas, & Snakes I've seen people who just love eating cakes.
The memories are clear, true and unjust In My Life they were people I'd trust
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