Anger doesn't always approach with
petty words that eventually...
Terrified to trace my fingers
along the outline of my rigid body...
I've lost all my passion
I've missplaced all my heart...
I'm strong and proud
I'm weak and shy...
The dark cold stones of others who died.
Amid the ruins she cried...
I'll return to the palm
of my land, someday...
I have walked a million years
And a billion miles between...
My life
spinning out of control...
I wasn't there when you were born
Daddy was struggling to get better...
I guess you could say I have two children
One by blood...
Food stalls align the street, the smell
wafting around old ladies collecting tin cans...
He picks a stone to skip
across the water's silver sheen...