Pouring Verses Fallen From My Desk
It is my heart I want to pour out
when it makes shed a tear that I can't help.
It is my mouth I must keep shut
when I cannot understand what it is,
what makes me feel like this.
It is my resignation I need to overpass
when everything is slowly ruining down
and I cannot fix it up.
It is my blood I let flow off
when my time is being wasted
and I don't take any attitude about it.
Is it my hand I use to hold up
the only gun I own to protect me
when it attacks me in moments like now.