Behind these walls is a lost soul
A soul that is to real to be untold
standing on the corner crying as if the world is made up of just you.
Behind these walls lies a lost soul
A soul that is crying out to the Lord God for help.
Deep down in my mind I feel and know that my soul is lost.
Noone knows whether I am alive or not.
I loved what you had to say... I felt that way before but now I am a stronger for it. Love lost is lessons learned and knowledge gained....
Keep on writing... I plain to visit often...
Ebony...
Nice Poem