He swings with sturdy arms
for the thunder roars
his tears fall through rough fingers,
and the rain falls.
And he screams with giant breaths,
as the winds slaps against, anything in the way,
I can no longer hold you back.
Your not mine to care for,
of course it affects me. But I hide in my safehouse,
his arms.
Sep 22, 2010
Sep 22, 2010 at 1:03 PM UTC
He swings with sturdy arms
for the thunder roars
his tears fall through rough fingers,
and the rain falls.
And he screams with giant breaths,
as the winds slaps against, anything in the way,
I can no longer hold you back.
Your not mine to care for,
of course it affects me. But I hide in my safehouse,
his arms.