Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Call For Answer

I'm hurt to see you crying
And wounded to know you crawling
I'm hurt to know you dying
And broken to know you dying

You pronounce things I play the things
You deny some things I'm against the things
It's wonderful you throw a smile
It's painful to see you sad

As simply spot of universe
Me doesn't rule to ask for verse
Is truly you think what I'm to?
Will it be you go what I do?