Collection:Confessions

What is life without its secrets?...
We might never know

We always seem to cry a river for sombre faces,
As we undoubtedly perish in corpsed cases,

Under the soil we came
We are all the same
Once these words are said
I see faces drenched in tears,
The truth seemingly being sharpened spears
Aimed at Your heart....

Giving an innocent child a...