scattered bones form the path
the dark black water fills the bath
life is crumbling but yet we sing
theres not one problem only everything
a fallen spirit conquers the weak
but for your halo u must seek and seek
life is crumbling and yet we sing
theres not one problem but everything
you must see that you are still you
a light in the dark, that is true
life has crumbled and out of the flame
the problems have solved and you a new name..
YOU ARE READING
Who i am...
PoetryA Little Poem Can have the Biggest Claim A Long Poem Will Define Your Name
