When troubles build, and threaten
to collapse upon my chest,
When all the worries of the world
are trite cliches at best,
When wishing counts for nothing,
and hoping follows suit,
I find that I can never have
a working parachute!
to collapse upon my chest,
When all the worries of the world
are trite cliches at best,
When wishing counts for nothing,
and hoping follows suit,
I find that I can never have
a working parachute!
2 comments:
I like this one!
I like that, it was good! :) Also I wish I could take voice lessons from you, I've always wanted to take voice lessons. p.s. i like feeding the fish at the bottom of your blog :)
Post a Comment