Let me Live – Poem
And I hear the child cry A cry of sadness A cry of sorrow A cry of fear At the sight of the doctor’s scissors At the stench of …
And I hear the child cry A cry of sadness A cry of sorrow A cry of fear At the sight of the doctor’s scissors At the stench of …
Going through my things I see my old things The old me with things My old things of yesterday Things I’ve acquired Things I’ve achieved Things I’ve forgotten Things that …