Wandering Angel

Oct 24, 2024
07:10
Wandering Angel I’ve lost the voice ‘twas in my head. I’ve lost my voice, but I’m not mad. If I’d only listened to my mother. Would I be a whole other man today? Could never tell the truth from fiction. Trusting, young, the ball, the lie. I’ve made it through the things I was scared of. Could it be I’m much bigger than they say? I’ll never tell our little secret. They’ll never know our heart’s worth gold. Our tears will drown slowly, but forever. As their faces grow longer day by day. Now we must end our own starvation. Our truth is strong, we’ll carry on. With the luck on now knowing what is coming. We’ll be alright, now lets say goodbye.
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