The Life That's Left, by Not Understud Subscribe to rss feed for Not Understud

The floor is cold 
My tears are dry 
There is no life 
I’ve been left to die 

Inside a harsh room 
I look through the window 
I want to find hope 
I want to run in my own world 
And be with Him alone 

My nightmare, my pain, my hate
You, my dear suffering
You killed me 
You send me to death 

I lay down on the floor
Without hope I wait 
On the Sweet Redeemer 
To save the life of Me 

My dear dreams will come true 
Once I find the one that long loved 
Once He heals my heart
Posted: 2009-10-21 20:46:48 UTC

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2009-10-24 18:46:22izzy
this is really good. i like the style of it.

2009-11-18 08:16:47CrystalPearl
WoW!!! tHiS iS sAd... ='( BuT tHiS iS rEaLLy A gReAt PoEm... SmiLe AlWaYz!!! =) (///.^) (///.x) (///.^)

2013-03-04 19:19:23Ruby1285
All I Can Say Is This Is Really Good!