After these days
Anger sank deep.
In this family
I'm the black sheep.
I'm still failing,
But I'm trying.
To keep this life,
I'm still dying.
Building the basement,
For my future life.
Creating a home
For me and my wife.
I know I do wrongs
And I'm sorry therefore.
My heart is willing
To go on, to the core.
With all my attempts
Year after year
My problems surely
Will disappear.
And I won't give up,
I don't have enough yet.
Trying to achieve,
The life I wished I had.
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