Mortality
I would not like to dwell,
In this place,it is for the slave
I am not brave,
To stare at you when you weep
In result of the whip,
I would like to wipe,
Those tears away
For they tear me apart
We are...
In this place,it is for the slave
I am not brave,
To stare at you when you weep
In result of the whip,
I would like to wipe,
Those tears away
For they tear me apart
We are...