I see the clouds rollin in.
The dark skies aren't decending
The air is becoming paper thin......
Will it ever come a day, That I will breath fresh air again.
My lungs are filled with this poison you have set me in.
My eyes sting from the constant down pour,
Of all the possiblites that can be no more.....
Shattered pieces is the state of my hopeless romatic heart.
Can't sweep up this jigsaw puzzle, that's been torn all apart.
No broom and dust pan wants to play any part.
I have to pick it up piece by piece.
One day, One day, Martin Luther King jr said when he was a child,
Pretending to be what he was destin to be.
This hurt within can't help but to wonder,
Would love ever be put back in my destiny.......
Love,
Aquelle
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