Slandered on the juvenile philosophy of candle lit...
We stagger our moments...
I can see you stood there alone,
nowadays you look like you perfer to be alone...
Wise is the man
who gives from the heart...
When you're too upset to cry
And Too sick to die...
I slowly flip through the pages,
some are not quite filled...
I can see you dying
I stretch my hand towards you...
The world is spinning out of control
It never stops spinning...
Left behind by time
I am far behind by all standards...
Voices, I could hear them calling
Flow, they will take me to where I belong...
Walking on this lonely road,
All I knew has Fallen Ill...
Its funny how it all began
He came on his strange animal...
First part of the poem is from Bashar Al Assad To...