wading in the dark disheartened and alone, my weary soul is wounded & my static body is a void, all beliefs have left with the ebb.
gray days, darkness inside my eyes, clouds cry.
i have always wonder about deserted roads, if no one follow them, does it mean they lead to nowhere ?
it’s not what you’ll display, it’s how you will express, the hidden part of you.
along the road of hope, unstable clouds arise, i’m drifting in a serene world.