Thursday, 7 June 2012 @11:38
Weeping all the misery,
This loneliness i can't carry,
In my heart, they howl
In my mouth, they fowl.
Where art thou this came from,
This place it chooses so wrong,
My heart can't house this hurt,
For everything will crumble to dirt.
Though the wall of hectic life so high,
Still my heart unwillingly sigh,
This loneliness so marvelously armed,
Nothing in his pathway was unharmed.
Now left this piece of destruction,
This place left like desolation,
Water this crumbed up dry hand,
Fertilise this heart land.
To see thy flower grow,
To hear thy water flow,
To the deserted land i throw,
To Land Of Joy, I Go.