Lines

Ofcourse I can’t write, but I wont let that stop myself anyway. Something I wrote waay way back. I guess this means something to me.

LINES:

To write a line and not a song

To have no faith and still be strong

To cry at night and still be the same

To be so weak, that you weep in shame

To burn all that you had built

To never get over your guilt

To watch him die, to help him breathe

To help her die, to watch her breathe

You came all this way and slowly passed

Wounded, ruined

and utterly lost…