23 January 2015
Visions called my soul,
And made the silent promises,
That these voids will fill,
Though it could never happen,
Now I would love to go back,
In the distances,
Distances! My heart made through out years,
I would love to stare lonely sky,
And will shed my emotions in the river,
That runs in a sunless country side,
The essence of free air let my lungs breathe,
So I promise,
My death will search no reasons,
To get away with these voids,
Because through these voids my lungs breathe!
Jul 16, 2020
Jul 16, 2020 at 6:11 AM UTC
23 January 2015
Visions called my soul,
And made the silent promises,
That these voids will fill,
Though it could never happen,
Now I would love to go back,
In the distances,
Distances! My heart made through out years,
I would love to stare lonely sky,
And will shed my emotions in the river,
That runs in a sunless country side,
The essence of free air let my lungs breathe,
So I promise,
My death will search no reasons,
To get away with these voids,
Because through these voids my lungs breathe!