Taste my tears and learn my fears
And the agony I feel for my deceased peers.
Let them tell you the story behind,
Because there is still a missing part of the puzzle to find.
Allow them take you discover adventures of my troubled heart
The mystery of me journeying life with a single wheeled cart.
Let them guide you to what feel,
Because I know inner wounds take time to heal.
And don’t dry my tears as they wet my pillow
Because I cry to rid of my sorrow,
And now that my sweetest joy has turned sour
I shall weep till the last hour.
You have watched me bury my own child
And wondered what is on my mind.
Tears with blood fall off my eyes as I pray
Because darkness has covered my day.
Now I hesitate taking steps towards tomorrow
Because I know everyday my road is getting narrow.
Taste my tears as you feel my very last heartbeat
And know that one day your life will turn great.
