Five Fathoms Deep
Portraits Pt. 2
I am the writer's sonBorn from lost notationsLaid to restBeneath a flood of anagramsBury the hatchet, decipher the codeBury the hatchetYou know I wish you wellBut the decks been stacked against youNow finish up the act before the curtains closeThey say you'll never amount to nothing more than thisI've watched him drown his pain for far too longI've watched him drown his painYou ran away when swords were at your neckYou're alone in this......World...But you, like a morning starLike an injection to my heart, I rise upI have risen, now my road will have it's endThere's always hopeAnd you were thereWhen I awoke
From Letras Mania