 | Yes...
There is still hope left,
He was a wide eyed somehow,
A young mans sight,
His visions were just to far in the clouds,
As I saw,
Scabbed over slashes on his skinny, pale arms,
Why was I alarmed??
Because I know,
He gave himself the right,
So sad I wanna cry...
Who out there cares anymore?
When we see a lost soul,
That lose position,
From the fold,
And get trampeled in the cold.
Cigarette burns he had,
In two individual rows,
His deformed flesh was gastly like,
He's been fighting with demons,
fighting for his soul,
Do you think he will win on his own?
Keep f*cking dreaming!!!
Who head him scream like crows?
So sad I wanna cry...
If and when they heard his cries,
Did they themselves die a little inside?
All the damned lonliness,
for a man to do this to himself,
Just makes my head pound!
I comforted him,
or at least I tried,
with friendly words,
Him and I visit,
So sad I wanna cry...
Willyou pray for him?
Written by Craig Jacks
Submitted by Craig Jacks |  |
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