But this cramp in my wrist, puts me back to sleep. until it all comes around again.
Now I can taste the war that I've been fighting.
Start to fall but I'm still standing here behind the wall of dying faith.
I can't forget the fight, that's growing stronger.
Face to face with hopes of longer days, to build on something we should save.
I stand alone.
I'm on my own.
My hands will bleed.
I'm holding on to what is gone.
What's left of me?
I'm falling down.
But I should find my strength in this..
a light that burns to reconnect my heart for what It's meant to give.
..wasn't really in the mood to write much today, A lot has happend in the past few days.. and I'm still pretty sick, so I guess I'll update later or something. peace.
Make me happy, and comment..<3