Sometimes,
All the time,
Those that don't have a normal life
Wish for a lie
Even though
They know
It will all soon fade
They wish for it
Every single day
They want:
A kind mother,
A supporting father,
A single house,
And happiness.
But the people who deserve these things in Their lives
Seem to be good at coming up empty-handed
YOU ARE READING
In the Garden Primeval, where I'll pray for you.
ПоэзияI have a plan for you You'll deal with it all And with the weight of the world on your shoulders you'll face a fall People won't catch you Many times But I'll pray for you They'll come in time
