Solia tera
A strand of three chords is not easily broken
i breath in air i don't own into a body i did not craftand i take up space in which i had no say in making so is it err to say my pain is not just mine to feelor that the You in every cell of mine weeps by my side?when a stranger passes by this hill-like-a-skullthey wont see the blood of two men.whom are we, whom are we now?He said "It's not My hand It's not My leg."
From Letras Mania