His eyes so full were old with shattered dreams
What empty tears those eyes had never shed
His stoic heart held abundant pride within
comfort was in vain for all was dead
he travelled life and slaughtered every feeling
he built a wall that strength could never mark
How could i ever try to understand
You see my skin is white while his is dark.
May 3, 2010
May 3, 2010 at 5:51 PM UTC
His eyes so full were old with shattered dreams
What empty tears those eyes had never shed
His stoic heart held abundant pride within
comfort was in vain for all was dead
he travelled life and slaughtered every feeling
he built a wall that strength could never mark
How could i ever try to understand
You see my skin is white while his is dark.