Post by emma on May 10, 2010 22:37:33 GMT -5
When there’s nothing left
I’m found
Broken in four
Scrounging for the lost me
Through the photographs
On the floor
I see someone happy
I see me
With a family
A happy family
And with dreams
And hopes
And desires
That one day
Might have come true
But the old me
Is forgotten
And all my dreams
Had fallen through
The window
Of many sorrows
Shattering glass and
Shattering dreams
When there’s nothing left
But memories
And photographs
Remembering the path
Of happiness
I use to walk
But now I have regrets
Of taking the wrong turn
The wrong path
The wrong way
Instead of the path
Where I could
Honestly say
I have made something
Of my life
When there’s nothing left
But the memory
It will surely
Drive me to my
Insanity
To my hell
Of pain for
Eternity
I’m found
Broken in four
Scrounging for the lost me
Through the photographs
On the floor
I see someone happy
I see me
With a family
A happy family
And with dreams
And hopes
And desires
That one day
Might have come true
But the old me
Is forgotten
And all my dreams
Had fallen through
The window
Of many sorrows
Shattering glass and
Shattering dreams
When there’s nothing left
But memories
And photographs
Remembering the path
Of happiness
I use to walk
But now I have regrets
Of taking the wrong turn
The wrong path
The wrong way
Instead of the path
Where I could
Honestly say
I have made something
Of my life
When there’s nothing left
But the memory
It will surely
Drive me to my
Insanity
To my hell
Of pain for
Eternity