I want my stories to be told.
I don't want to fade away.
I want to be remembered
for all the lives I saved.
When my time is here and I'm gone,
everybody will be moving on.
I will be in the past and forgotten,
all my memories will be forsaken.
When I'm dead,
Children will be mislead.
Who will tell my story?
Who will share my glory?
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Shatter
PoetryA collection of poems filled with heartbreak, imperfection, and faults that we find in our world, in ourselves, and in other people.
