Christopher Goat

Christopher Goat
Christopher Goat

Monday, December 16, 2013

Lost

Lost from this world,
Lost in this time.
Can't find the meaning of this,
Why do I do these things?
Soon I will know what to do,
My soul does not know.
As in the trees I see the birds,
But no longer do they sing.
The songs of a bird once uplifted my skies,
New songs of my sorrow gently make you cry.

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