For in life we bare the cup of what is not ours.
Our eyes feast on morsils of experience and bitterness of many broken, somewhat shattered dreams.
Weeping away at the sunset is a painted picture of what is to come...The downfall and darkness of greeds.
While still all the poor eat each others shame, the rich enjoy the taste of a poor mans sorrow.
Still is me, in the rapture of hate and will IS me on a path too late
I sing my sorrows again...
Hanz
Viva Pirates.
I hope that many of you take sometime to understand the hearthache that most people feel when they are being turned away. Life is way too easy to push people aside. Help someone who is not always your own.
Our eyes feast on morsils of experience and bitterness of many broken, somewhat shattered dreams.
Weeping away at the sunset is a painted picture of what is to come...The downfall and darkness of greeds.
While still all the poor eat each others shame, the rich enjoy the taste of a poor mans sorrow.
Still is me, in the rapture of hate and will IS me on a path too late
I sing my sorrows again...
Hanz
Viva Pirates.
I hope that many of you take sometime to understand the hearthache that most people feel when they are being turned away. Life is way too easy to push people aside. Help someone who is not always your own.
but I am one of those people who is always caring about their(his) feelings, one can forget about themselves
Don't make me worry now...
Update so we all know that you are doing fine.