Am I still a child?
The child within me has died
slowly and deathly with the harshness of
world I bear,
my heart has turned immune
to the burns in the flames die
there’s only desire of future
to see where I’d ended...
slowly and deathly with the harshness of
world I bear,
my heart has turned immune
to the burns in the flames die
there’s only desire of future
to see where I’d ended...