Death of a Poet
Death of a Poet
Lonely Lonely Lonely days
My hearts are lonely like a graveyard.
My hearts are as brave as a log of wood.
My hearts are fill with grieves.
Sorrow engulfs my hearts
That I always feel my world,
Without nobody in is emptied.
Then I wonder and thought,
What...
Lonely Lonely Lonely days
My hearts are lonely like a graveyard.
My hearts are as brave as a log of wood.
My hearts are fill with grieves.
Sorrow engulfs my hearts
That I always feel my world,
Without nobody in is emptied.
Then I wonder and thought,
What...