Stranger

god must be sitting on my heart,
          cause I wait for you to rescue me

It's been long. It's been so long. 

I guess I'd give up this story. It was , i think, a bit Immature. I am thinking of coming up with a whole different story soon (:

'Cause I can feel the rivers
          Winding through the lands,
          Two lines, and a Poet
          Like a kind old rye,
          We could talk in that language
          Only we understand,
          
          But you know...
          It's a long way down.