I walk the line.
Looking for that exit sign.
Once i see it.
Then I'll exit.
To a place I'll call home.
And no longer this line I'll roam.
So wish me well.
To find heaven from this living hell.
I walk the line.
Looking for that heavenly sign.
- Author: Wallace ( Offline)
- Published: February 10th, 2018 04:35
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 21
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