wasteland

My minds sometimes a waste land

It always helps to hold his hand

To know you’re not alone 

Disapates wind from your bone

Tired as I may be 

I can’t stop to see

How far I’ve gone or have to go to be

                      Home

I feel so lost to sea

Beat up and bloody, so far gone

Too silent to voice my 1 song

My pains left my body so has my soul

Happiness after death was my goal