Who are you really to me, in this lifetime full of pain? Are you my flesh and blood or just a cold September rain? You take from me with endless want and give nothing in return
By Trudi Stacey3 years ago in Poets
From the moment we are born We know only what we see And forever we are told That’s the way our lives will be Our future will be fill, they say
To write is to right To wrong is to wrong So these are my words And this is my song The melody they play to Is for one with a good ear