How long can I keep pretending to be? That all the stars in the sky could mean something to me. Heaven will open up if I live on my knees. A man of many words, but a man of few deeds. Walking these streets, so absent of hope. A pillow of concrete, a man with no home. Lend him a hand, then we’re walking the way. Leave the virtue of pity, but we live with the shame. So scared to dream in a world with no sunlight. When you wake up, you know it’s darker than last night. Quickly we forget, sacrifice gone by. Born to walk away, been walking my whole life.
Posted on: Sun, 15 Sep 2013 22:20:12 +0000