12 September 2012
You hold me close, Say my name, Press your lips upon my head.
Then you are gone, I'm all alone, Sitting in the wind, A stranger man comes along,
And takes me in, A home to, I am taken, A place to rest my head,
I live there, Alone with others, Stories we share, The years fly by,
And I realise, I really have no clue, Who I am or what's my name,
Identity is something, You shouldn't take away, It makes a person them, I was never given a say.
Stories • Opuss № I