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Sacrifice


I cut my hair for you

That was not enough

Gave you my voice and time

Was not pleased with that either

You trapped me with unimaginable thoughts

You took me out of my prime

Now I can't shine like the light above

You banned me to the curb and threw me out

I tried to regain all the things I gave up 

As you still hold a grip on it 

I never knew you was built up with selfishness

I never wanted to shout 

Never attended to feel homeless

As I was walking around with shoes with no soles

Come and feel the bumps on road

Toisnot to Heart of Wilson each day 

It was a sacrifice to say the least

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