Vista previa
1 step at the time
Small progess seems futile
But is as valuable as life
I´m engaged to longing
With sorrow as the ring
Controlling me, denying me
My every morning is in every way
The beginning of a recreation day
Time heals, but still the mourning reigns
I still breath when the loss reminds me again
I am here
Life is fear & sorrow´s all I know
Am I in dept cause so it seems
But what I owe
I don´t know
Devoured by guilt & cursed beyond control
My every morning is in every way
The beginning of a recreation day