Doomed
There’s nothing I’d compare to your youthful charm,
Beside you I will cherish every while,
Because I get my pride and will disarmed.
But if I open up I know I’ll be despised,
So I put shackles on my tossing soul,
I’m innocent, but I wilol be chastised
Without a reason neither for a goal.
I want you not to know how hard a life could be,
And I will pray my Lord to fill your days with bliss…
You are my Promised Land I’m just allowed to see,
But I’m already happy having only this.
2008
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