الجمعة، 14 مايو 2010

Who Are You Girl?

Don’t you attempt now to be kind
Some things remain in my mind
Inside of my bosom you were tied
Now I am living without a guide
You were before this life my shield
But I don’t revive what is my field
Drinking my own colorless blood
Painting my face with a red mud
I don’t worry anymore or badly heed
Fearing about whether I have seed
Soon I won't fell my heavy head
And as you please I will be dead