Drops of tears drops on my pillow you can't hear my cry if my pillow could talk it would tell you why. Drowning in sorrows tear drops falling, the depression crawling into my mind, lots of lost soul searching, searching to be free, their story untold but no one seems to care, they're trapped voices echo into a strange world where no love, no desire to end the war and pain. Drops of tears falling.
Lost In The deep shadows, keep on strolling in the depth of sin why can't you hear my simple cry for help my voice is just a whisper silence but not dead
© Keryiann Mcneil