Wary weepers cast aside their hopes oh how they wish they could live life through you on one side they see green grass hills within the reflection merely their shadow is cast. our battle is an internal one what you see is not what you hear and feel
a stutter, a whisper, an overwhelming sadness.
we are only human, we have only each other life was never lived peering through the lenses. there is nothing clear to see when you have no heart