Austere
Sometimes when I'm alone I cry because I'm on my own.
The tears I cry are bitter and warm,
they flow with life but takes on form.
I cry because my heart is torn and I find it difficult to carry on.
If I had an...
The tears I cry are bitter and warm,
they flow with life but takes on form.
I cry because my heart is torn and I find it difficult to carry on.
If I had an...