but I feel no wind outside.
It runs through my veins;
shackles my running blood
and now I feel lonely.
Too strong to forget
and I try to attack
but the fences were built
too high I can't even climb.
No reason can be found.
I try to hold the fire
from running out of air
but the fire seems to die
by itself oh I can't tell.
Something is missing.
It's like chasing stars
but only get scars.
Life ain't always right-
sometimes it goes wrong.
I'm in between perhaps?
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