some people touch you
even if you didn't though you had a heart
i like the way he portray me like art
or can read me through the chart
how somebody can touch you just like that
and some you will forget over the years
i never get how some can discharge
you from your heart
and you have to restart again
i remember back then how i lay in the respirator
not know why i wearing this hospital gown
helpless powerless and underdress
how i was overwhelm by the situation
not being able to speak , heard or walk
everything i do is being a profession
on falling at catwalk
its been a year now since i fell out my wheelchair
and into his care , i remember meeting his eyes
i think their wore some connection made but i knew
that is a line i cant cross but i most admit i begin to make stories
in the corner of the retirement , i made it to my little fort
of imaginary friends but maybe some friends comes true
because they say a dream is a wish and so are you
who protected me during this time and even felt of the quarantine
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