Dragging feet had been recently my feat. With days going in a daze, haze, with fog filling the view, the feelings of what I knew.With
Working days early in morning to late at night Wishing more to me belonging somewhere in life Even though now I look greatly frail My
Feet shuffle on snow Frozen concrete below He pulls her so slow Crimson trail to follow The beautiful night Starlit and bright Was never alright
This glory morning does my dues The sky is with blue-yellow hues As I take in these gracious views I make amendments, open bruise The
The ruckus caused by someone had made quite the show by now.
Perhaps it was, by now – hours, of making circles in this maze. Perhaps even more time passed, but due to lack of light and