Harsh times
My winds had been token
By the ghost of souls
He makes me lonely
No way to sort
I've always been dry
Till my softness explored inside
I've always seem stronger
Till my my weakness had wrote the hymn of its painful wound
Is it worthy to be honest ?
Is it bad to restart a life ?
I'm asking for who can make me higher
I'm asking for who may treat me as a flier
While I'm still grumping so tight , missing the clouds and wishing for Grace
I'm only a dream fighter who may never reach its aim
Just setting on fire all what may be close
My loneliness had took my spirit while my youth had just born , and my heart had never been hired all what he can see is dark ..
I'm so yield , the ground had turned black and all I can see is humbled plode that took the breath and ask for the decline
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