somewhere deep under
there’s a poet in me...
Even though the sound of my cries
Can only be heard in my mind...
The moon was sat tight
After Dusk’s light...
Give me a reason, why I should not love my father,
Through the storms, the fights, when the days got...
Asking for help
Wasn't my thing...
Everybody grieves when someone leaves.
Tears stream like flowing rivers and waterfalls...