On the way home
The road path out to nothing at all
As I walk
People start to talk
Eyes are swallow
Sinking to the well
Hands up in the air
The sky is small
And the raindrops
Sweet, bitter I thought
I face the walls
Breathing become difficult
I struggle
On the way home
The path lost me on my way home
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 3:06 PM UTC
On the way home
The road path out to nothing at all
As I walk
People start to talk
Eyes are swallow
Sinking to the well
Hands up in the air
The sky is small
And the raindrops
Sweet, bitter I thought
I face the walls
Breathing become difficult
I struggle
On the way home
The path lost me on my way home
