Forgotten, I will celebrate.
This day is not remembered by a soul,
besides my parents and my self. None really care
Born this day to life,
These 15 years ago. Love?
No one cares for me.
If my life is good for your own,
Why do you not remember my birthday?
Not take the time to look me in the eyes and say,
"Thank you for being.
You've sprinkled joy on my life
as snow on forest."
This day, my soul got on the road,
Finding the way among the flowers and stones.
I sit and cry, i jump and shout the trials gone by.
Your mountain of life
has no cares in the whole world:
here, no interest finds.
back: heart's voice. up: rescetry nodes. forward: (nonexistant)