nature lover, likes to observe... |
One gets angry
and rages, "I hate you!"...
Don't think that I'm good,
Cause I know I'm not...
I now have a home
where I can stay...
I had once a home,
so blissful and true...
How does one bury the past?
'cause I want to bury my pain...
One gets angry
and rages, "I hate you!"...
What makes man human? |