Concealed in this place called home
Powerless, and unable to roam.
My intuition tells me there is something more,
Out there, where I don’t really know
Maybe I’ll find somebody who will actually care.
The tears that I shed are more to amend
Way more than words can extend
But I must contend.
I sit and think about the future…
What will I do, where can I turn?
There is much for me to learn
The clinking sound of keys in the distance :(
My stomach begins to churn
This is the reason why I can’t learn…
I can feel the winds of a tornado arriving
It’s the creature whom I derived from
There is no such thing as a haven here
I hear the anger in its breaths it's ready
The snake will attack and I shall await
My room sparkles of diamonds and gold
That never gets old... this is the cause of the pain in my core
You know nature gives a lot?
It can give non-stop,
Like the many fruits on the tress and the fishes in the seas
But you must give something in return
Or should I say it must get something in return?
Because you are not the one with the decision to make
Give and take
.... it really aches.
