"jourey" poems
Staring out of the window
Watching it all go
It's a new day tomorrow
The end of sorrow
A fresh start
But deep in my heart
I'm afraid
As the scars fade
And the jourey begins
I am counting my sins
Will I be punished?
For the duty I cherished?
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 10:03 AM UTC