Thursday, August 26, 2004

Free of You

It's a break-through
Or a make do
As I see it
So do you
I could scream
But what would it mean?
Would you change?
Is it just my dream?
For every tear that is spilt
Part of my soul does wilt
I cannot change
What is your guilt
And so you see me
And you hate me
For what I am
I am free