03/10/15
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword
Don’t hide me from the rain Don’t hide me from the pain i still hear
i hear people talk all day but they don’t know the words they say It’s like being on auto pilot same routine
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
Don’t tell me you love me Don’t tell me you hate me Don’t say you
A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
How can I go three days Depressed and barely eating But he doesn’t even notice Tortured in my dreams By visions of the past
This isn’t a poem, it’s relly just… Of pain and sorrow And the lost maybes of tomorrow For i can’t remember a single happ… i remember smiling, laughing