There is an absence
In my soul, where
I grow tiresome, and
Don’t know what to do
Next. Will it be me
That brings on the courage
To act? Or will some hero
Take my gaze and save me
From this emptiness
That grows inside
Me.
There is an absence
In my soul, where
I grow tiresome, and
Don’t know what to do
Next. Will it be me
That brings on the courage
To act? Or will some hero
Take my gaze and save me
From this emptiness
That grows inside
Me.