Years have battered me,
Years have matured me,
Years have molded me,
And years have made me wiser.
The heart is beating,
The heart is crying,
The heart is praying,
Yet no one hears it.
My soul is crying,
The rain shadows the cries,
My soul is wrecking,
Slowly oh but slowly falling.
- Tags: My Family
- Category: Orignal Stories

