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*ahem* There's no windows in this place For me to show my weary face Rage I hold with in my soul At times i cannot control What's the point of me being here? When being me is what fear Everyday it's all the same Trapped again in my own pain I cry myself to sleep so many secrets i must keep no one to reach to nobody cares trapped in the middle of a distant stare Ive prayed that iw as free Of this grief that's filling me everywhere i turn every bridge must burn There's no window's in this place for me to show my weary face --- Desperate and scared I search through my past asking myself why nothing seems to last this raod that i travel wasn't cast in stone did i make the choice as to where that i might roam A shelter my fears from the knowen each day i search for a light to guide my way and this road that i travel was it up to me? Did i make the choice? or was it destiny? Is it destiny? the question still remains. Are we free to chose. or bound by chains. bound by chains are we bound by chains there are no answers to these questions that i can see destiny Some say it's luck other's call it fate but as it unfolds do i hesitate? Do i hesitate? Do I hesitate? Hesitate? Do i hesitate? Do I? Do i hesitate? (lotsa) Post a comment in response: |
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