Road Map
Road Map
Look into my eyes that's where my demons hide
Where my stories lie, a place that cannot be denied
To look, to see, to view, to read it is not as easy for me
No words to explain the drumming pain
My lips sealed to conceal the right
Paint the picture in your head
Try to understand how it whirls in my mind
Endless tornado,endless gust of wind
Great big storm inside my mind
Battle to find the path.
-Deb Gonzales
4March2014, 3:11 a.m.
Where my stories lie, a place that cannot be denied
To look, to see, to view, to read it is not as easy for me
No words to explain the drumming pain
My lips sealed to conceal the right
Paint the picture in your head
Try to understand how it whirls in my mind
Endless tornado,endless gust of wind
Great big storm inside my mind
Battle to find the path.
-Deb Gonzales
4March2014, 3:11 a.m.
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