In a vast rain pour by heaven
I fear the old days would be forgotten
Through the thunder wrath it may havoc
I felt the sorrow the cold wind talk
May the cold wind took my sorrow
That come from loosing my dear I hallow
Through the image I figure in the silhouette
I regret those thing happen that I let
The little black thorns I felt on my lips
As I push on my pillow It hurt so deep
With a bulk of words I cannot swallow
Which makes me feel hideous and low
All of this may not be true
Only what I felt when cold wind blew
Enough to make me feel the lost
And fake the fake I hide at cost
Till the morning sun will come
I can see your rays that shine upon
Warm my skin and wake me up
That life is still here and I can catch up
I want to write my life. just simply i want to be understand and be liked - just to fit, a person need to do things may be he like or not - for other people to like him and make him belong to their group in the society.
My Family
My Family
