i dont know where im going i know where ive been it feels like my soul travelled with the wind people come and they leave but does anyone really know me? times are hard troubles the come you feel like your empty but this story has just begun they say the eyes are the gateway to soul what do you see behind mine? these times are weary the storm rages on but one day the sun will burn and lift the darkness you see behind my eyes
just wrote this havent wrote in yrs :)