In the mouths of Hungry children. Still they have hope in thier minds. Whispering amongst the others. What is left to leave behind. We can feel, like we have been blessed.
I have but, only one thing to say. Not in the place that I wish to stay. I knew from the time that I seen her face. Nothing was said as I felt her embrace.
I start to count the days. When I walk away. From the place we share, it is our home. The strength you have in me appears from time to time. I know you have to guard your heart and soul.
From a distant shadow. I stepped out to the light. Amazed by shapes before me. Tried with all my might. Focus on whets happening. I think I might be dead.