26 May 2012
Shout from the roof tops, ive nothing to declare.
The space to my side disappointing thin air,
My spark empty but dont deserve a blink,
Im the one who is wrong, no stretch to think
The thief who raided what wanted to be stole
the weight of guilt bore down on our souls
Now far away, i can feel her inside
Both at the mercy of mother times bide.
Wait • Opuss № I