On my knees in my room looking at God to pray
For the many men who probably got shot today...
I watched her face turn a shade of grey,
As she realised I saw...
Slowly stepping one foot
In front of the other...
I am nervous as I approach
The tracks that seem so scary...
I have no peace, I hold no glory
My mind so full of various stories...
Oh these headaches,
They’re back again...
What is it with me?
What is it people see...
Is it my past, or is it a dream?
I can not remember, or so it would seem...
That night was full of passion
With infatuation and desire...
"Six months...six months," the patient...
"Is that all I have to live...
I am to kindhearted and to caring
to loving and to sharing...
I'm glad I'm not a bum.
Some of my friends...