The bitterness of seeing a young man’s smile In this journey of life, I feel I have travelled for miles and miles.
There is no one here I can call true friends Trapped inside this feeling of isolation. The rain fell hard on the wilting flower. Old Soul.
The dark cloud that hangs above Hiding the shining sun, whose virtue Once shed romantic lights of love. Grieving over this shallow world The end will be my beginning.
Through the passion and sacrifice of my hard life Pray for us sinners now at the hour of death Pray for us sinners Does it matter if I have right or wronged My short years feel so prolonged. It been a long time coming, I’ve lost control. The heavy burden of an old soul.