
If I could have a lie turn into a truth
I would be forever grateful to the ghost of deceit
If there was one thing in fate I could choose
It would be to have wings instead of feet
This earth has grown black as it is dug up
My heart becomes thinner with each passing day
All the opportunities in the world, it's never enough
I wish all the good memories would sit to stay
Let me stay here in my corner
Where I know I'm safe and secure
He says "I warned her"
But I thought I knew for sure
The torment we live is right here on this land
The servitude we have is beneath our knees
I wish I could just bury my face in the sand
I wish that I could feel water beneath my feet
Take me, take me so I will plead no more
Keep me locked in the eternal skies of gold
They're calling me home right at the door
Please, my life has become so old
Love always,
Chayle
About the Creator
The Girl in Grey
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