You walk in the cracks of life
wandering around and around...
Torn apart limb by limb
scatted out very thin...
My face is stained
with blood and tears...
Torn apart limb by limb
scatted out very thin...
You walk in the cracks of life
wandering around and around...
With faith and trust |
" a poem does not have to make sense if from the heart. because |