January 2011
3 posts
When my time comes
There were moments of dreams I was offered to save I live less like a workhorse more like a slave I thought that one quick moment that was noble or brave Would be worth the most of my life. So I pointed my fingers and shouted few quotes I knew As if something that´s written should be taken as true But every path I have taken and conclusion I drew Would put truth back under the knife. And now the...
