Little Old Man

 Cried myself today

Been working hard to find a job

I hope so soon

Been failing myself lately but trying to back myself up

Then was listening to Little Old Man and I cried again, finally


This pent up feeling, I really hope wont bother me for work again


InsyAllah


I want to be free

Yet there is nothing I could do

Time is not my friend

But I have faith besides me

As I count my seconds minutes and hours

I lost every bit of myself and taking it back again

Because I do believe that someday

I will be happy again


InsyAllah

Soon


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