The Son Of Nothing

Shaped for loneliness I was

Ergo, a mold supposed to be

A huge amount of alas

Whose life was nothing indeed

Nobody to hold on together

Neither to have a talk

I'm just a tear from the weather

A one way road to walk

Mayhem caused by fate

The son of emptinesses

God can't save me, too late

Neither would, it's senseless

Edimar Silva
Enviado por Edimar Silva em 30/05/2012
Código do texto: T3696579
Classificação de conteúdo: seguro
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