And then I wonder if she could see it,
Through the density of the clouds,
Through the ticking of the clocks.
I wonder if she could see,
The sparkle of a star, running down my cheek.
And then I wonder if she could feel it,
through all time and space,
through the song of the orphan,
i wonder if she could feel ,
All of the pain and surrow that i bear everyday,
And then I wonder,
what if she does?
what if she does ,
hear the screams of my soul,
or the screech of my heart,
trying to escape his bone prison
what if she can't do anything ,
but make the sun rise every morning.
And then I wonder if maybe,
this could be enough.
About the Creator
Alex-Sandra Nunya
Hello hello human being! I've been writing since I know how to hold a pen. It's the strongest and only passion I have, i'm french but i love English, so please don't be too harsh, i'm doing my best! Tell me what you think of my work! xx
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