You don't post any more.
I check your page daily there's never anything...
When it all becomes too much the sadness
overtakes your life. The pain begins to set in...
And there was a family photo
Lying on her floor...
They say you died on the steps of humanity.
Damn, I rather you go blissful under a stary sky...
He woke me up in the morning,
cutting his hand on the broken glass...
One black morning I awoke.
I was here and she was gone...
Nothing but the sound of crickets,
pierced a darkened room...
"How is it that we can't feed the poor, yet...
The poor are alive, in the cold they lay...
My wings will take me high in the sky,
Soon I will make it to heaven...
We walk on hidden
trails known only to lovers...
Life blossoms and roars
as another baby is born...
The faintest memories
Of your warm cold hands...