No Name.

Wallace

A street with no name.

That is from where i came.

Born into a world of confusion.

Life to me is a blurry illusion.

Left all alone since i was a child.

Running free and behaving wild.

No mum or dad to tell me right from wrong.

In a loving place i did never belong.

Now i am old.

And to you my life story i have told.

Soon i will move on to heavens greener.

To live my next journey in life that for me will be mentally cleaner.

 

  • Author: Wallace (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 17th, 2017 01:56
  • Category: Unclassified
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