In the sun we burn,
And in the rain we get wet.
All year long u've weathered these tests,
Against the sun and against d burns.
Your heart is an umbrella,
And your strength is your only cover.
I pray God helps this fool,
Cus only a real man can ever really appreciate u.
As this immature boy grows and learns from u,
I pray this sun helps me tall into a tree that can keep the sun away from u.
YOU ARE READING
The Soul Ink
PoetryMy Soul travels at the speed of a thousand knots Oh And yet the marvel at a single thought So many moments i can't afford a single blink I must keep a journal written in my Soul's ink
