Swimming
Will this sadness ever end?
When I was born, I swear
They gave me a heart that no
form of love could ever repair
I feel as if I was put here to
absorb all the pain
The Lord never wanted me to
be sane
For if I was sane, how could I
write?
I fight, and give everything my
might
But it seems as if times will not
change
I am drowning in a pool of my
own sorrows
Of all the yesterday's and new
tomorrow's
May I borrow your smile sir?
Mine has gone missing;
Or maybe he went out for
fishing
I question if the sun will ever
shine down upon me again
I'm sick and tired of feeling like
it is always the end;
Drowning drowning again.
But I refuse to sink
So ill just keep swimming,
And hope that one day ill be
winning
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