BREAKING THE CACOON
Born to die in my prime,
My life broken into stages,
Sunrise and sunset represents my time,
The time, I have to live in this land
I grow from little trash,
Deep buried in the womb,
This wall I have to crash,
To break from this tomb
I roam for months in this lake,
Full of waves and blocks,
Fighting is all it takes,
To reach my destination, birth,
Although I spent months in the pit,
They reset my tome to zero
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.25 seconds at 9:25pm on Oct 31, 2024 via server web2.