A Dead Man Walking

Had his heart broken years before
He wandered lands for far too long
Searching for his missing soul.

Sometimes right and sometimes wrong
He traveled feeling all alone. 

He visited places
and met some strangers
Nothing ever was the same
and he felt like going insane. 

He cried to sleep at nights
moaning, screams and shouts.

Mornings went, morning came
but nothing ever changed.
She was gone, she wasn’t coming home
and he was feeling all alone. 

She was dead, heart flown away like a kite
he couldn’t even say goodbye. 

Since she left he lost it all,
mind, heart and soul. 

He wanders land for far too long,
A dead man walking all along. 

Autor: León Alberto

I Was Pandora... And Then I Got Over It.


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