ON MY OWN poème janvier 2011

I was not born to fight
But I had
I was not born to leave
But I did

What about hope
A touch of light
And innocence
In that ugly world

I was not born to cry
But they made
I was not born to fall
But I failed

What about love
Lie
Assault and battery
My own despair

I was born to laugh
Grasp you in my arms
And run into the sun
Under the stars to play with you

And I will