Everyday every night the struggle
To keep my heart live,
To keep my eyes dry
To keep my soul alive
Sounds inside, Keep on telling me I die.
Like the tree with roots cut out of soil,
Like the fish out of water struggling alive,
Those moments I wished never died, now make me cry,
Those people in my heart, now make my world so dry,
Those letters in my mailbox, wish me goodbye,
Those images of u n my mind, like undone images of my eyes,
All tell me I die.
Hoping for the day I get back my life,
For the day I make those images alive,
For the day people make my world drive,
A smile to keep u happy, a cheer to wipe your tears goodbye
The wish to be alive but, still inside, my heart dies.
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