Bones By HopeMichaela

Bones by Hope Michaela

The bones of sad stories drift by,

I am left here reading their lies.

Sorrow, sorrow what does it mean?

The woes of my past are escaping me.

I am left here reading their lies,

Unheard of and broken.

The woes of my past are escaping me.

Help, please help!

Am I alone?

Unheard of and broken,

The tears run low.

Help, please help!

I am alone.

Quietly shattering, unoticeably breaking,

The tears run low.

Sorrow, sorrow what does it mean?

Quietly shattering, unoticeably breaking,

The bones of sad stories drift by.