Desolation
Out to the pastures I'd go each morn
Plow the field and sow my seed
Optimistic and not yet scorn
This hollow heart an easy read
Each day'd go by, no crop would sprout
The soul can't live with what's without.
Day to dark my callus crept
Drowned In dreams the demons slept
Concealed by night the tears I wept
A soul out...
Plow the field and sow my seed
Optimistic and not yet scorn
This hollow heart an easy read
Each day'd go by, no crop would sprout
The soul can't live with what's without.
Day to dark my callus crept
Drowned In dreams the demons slept
Concealed by night the tears I wept
A soul out...