Post by LittleLostGirl on May 23, 2003 20:25:17 GMT -5
[glow=Blue,2,300]crushed beneath this soul of hunger
lost in this cold, still and somber
full of hate for the dismal of words
he dare not speak
for fear of anger that he might reap
an annoyance, nuisance in his own eyes
the tormented soul that he so despises
he needed some release
in hope these feelings might cease
everyday he wakes up to another vile thought
of pestilence and disease and the problems hes got
this kid just wants to make his mark
make a spark, give light to the dark
and end all the anguish deep down in him
but hope starts to fade as happiness grows dim
so stale r these feelings this kid has wrapped in his soul
so dark and dreary, blackness like the darkest coal
never again will this kid and his sarrows be known
cuz this kid doesnt speak, he learned to hold is own
[/glow]
lost in this cold, still and somber
full of hate for the dismal of words
he dare not speak
for fear of anger that he might reap
an annoyance, nuisance in his own eyes
the tormented soul that he so despises
he needed some release
in hope these feelings might cease
everyday he wakes up to another vile thought
of pestilence and disease and the problems hes got
this kid just wants to make his mark
make a spark, give light to the dark
and end all the anguish deep down in him
but hope starts to fade as happiness grows dim
so stale r these feelings this kid has wrapped in his soul
so dark and dreary, blackness like the darkest coal
never again will this kid and his sarrows be known
cuz this kid doesnt speak, he learned to hold is own
[/glow]
