Own grief
I tried my best,
To help me out;
To kill the beast ,
In me who shout.
My bygone days,
That freezes my cries;
Now halt my breath,
And tired my eyes.
Sometimes I feel like autumn leaf,
Who shade it's rain with all it's grief.
To help me out;
To kill the beast ,
In me who shout.
My bygone days,
That freezes my cries;
Now halt my breath,
And tired my eyes.
Sometimes I feel like autumn leaf,
Who shade it's rain with all it's grief.