I came to a field where the winds echoed the sound of your voice
And I wept
Sowing the seeds of sorrow with regret
Wait for me
But your voice fell upon deaf ears
I am asleep at the helm of my ship
Covered in mounds of vegetation not fit to feed even the wicked
WHERE ARE YOU
I cannot hear the sound of my voice, neither can I dig you out from this sick soul pit
I fear you are drowning
How do I pull you to shore when there is no shore to be seen?
How can I find you inner child, if you are so unwilling to find me?
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 12:05 AM UTC
I came to a field where the winds echoed the sound of your voice
And I wept
Sowing the seeds of sorrow with regret
Wait for me
But your voice fell upon deaf ears
I am asleep at the helm of my ship
Covered in mounds of vegetation not fit to feed even the wicked
WHERE ARE YOU
I cannot hear the sound of my voice, neither can I dig you out from this sick soul pit
I fear you are drowning
How do I pull you to shore when there is no shore to be seen?
How can I find you inner child, if you are so unwilling to find me?