Where do I come from
What are my roots, you ask
I'm from Out of the Past
From a broken heart
A wounded soul
A spirit arrested in a bad time
I'm from the tears in your eyes,
the sadness in your lips
your crying fingertips
What are my roots, you ask
I'm from Out of the Past
Like you I got tears in my eyes
Sad Lips
Dying fingertips
cul de sac
1 month ago
1 comment:
Lyrical - tough style - I admire your ability.
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