Oh, this heart, this homeless heart, It aches for a shelter. Searching for an eternity now, Crying every night in a row. No luxuries are needed, just what is good enough for this heart to be filled. Just one thing is enough, to end this emptiness. What is it? No one seems to know.
Loud in the Dark · Mon Jan 19, 2009 @ 11:54pm · 0 Comments |