We cannot carry on,
our bodies are not that strong
But they cry for each other,
Like a mother does to her lost child
And they weep and weep,
but the loneliness is more deep and deep
A high pitched scream,
big shining stars,
and newborn scars
So, can our bodies survive?
Or will it be their end of time?
A simple connection they crave
Once they stood as one, and now like two
And their souls are separated
Broken and bruised
Will they connect again?
And how will they live the end
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 6:25 PM UTC
We cannot carry on,
our bodies are not that strong
But they cry for each other,
Like a mother does to her lost child
And they weep and weep,
but the loneliness is more deep and deep
A high pitched scream,
big shining stars,
and newborn scars
So, can our bodies survive?
Or will it be their end of time?
A simple connection they crave
Once they stood as one, and now like two
And their souls are separated
Broken and bruised
Will they connect again?
And how will they live the end
