The sky an empty hue
Words with no voice
The giant wheel that spins
And i go on.
The walk with no end
Flowers wilt
The kingdoms that fall
And i go on.
The touch that should mean
Laughter dies
The mask that desecrates
But i still
Go On.
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 7:58 AM UTC
The sky an empty hue
Words with no voice
The giant wheel that spins
And i go on.
The walk with no end
Flowers wilt
The kingdoms that fall
And i go on.
The touch that should mean
Laughter dies
The mask that desecrates
But i still
Go On.
