kimaniforte
What happened to real music? The music that soothed your soul, that gave you goosebumps, the real music that gave you peace in your mind
As I walk through my hometown I see crackheads, men, girls who advertise and boys who entertain Then I see mothers and sons who are soldiers Different in colour&shape, character and stance Young ones trapped in a dystopian world Dreaming …
In my dreams, I dream of me and you Stars shining in the dark sky, Sun fierce through your own eyes Sweet tenderness prolonged over time Keep me in your arms, attract your warm embrace In this place you wisk my dainty passion play, Twis…
I am. I am. I am. I am lost, But within a touching distance, Of my mothers grasp... I am walking, Without the knowledge of my fate... I am standing... Alone... I am fearing the unknown, discovering the unseen I am crying, waters …
I try and try to look deep inside your eyes, And fall into your inner depths, To only wonder what you feel inside Stripped of your dignity through the act of malevolence You forgot how to love, I'm here to make you remember....