RainbowGurl
Active Member
Some of my writings can be ryming, come arnt, this is one of my writings that don't ryme, just words to think about really.
Not the same
I was born in England in 1987,
My father held me in his arms,
First thing he said,
Life won’t be the same.
My first parent passed away,
When I was 17 years old,
One thing I can say,
Life won’t be the same.
My second parent passed away,
When I was 21 years old,
One thing I can say,
Life won’t be the same.
Now my life is all right,
If no one passes away,
One thing I can say,
Life won’t be the same.
All my friends are leaving me,
And life doesn’t seem the same,
Life won’t be the same,
Not the same.
I was born in England in 1987,
My father held me in his arms,
First thing he said,
Life won’t be the same.
My first parent passed away,
When I was 17 years old,
One thing I can say,
Life won’t be the same.
My second parent passed away,
When I was 21 years old,
One thing I can say,
Life won’t be the same.
Now my life is all right,
If no one passes away,
One thing I can say,
Life won’t be the same.
All my friends are leaving me,
And life doesn’t seem the same,
Life won’t be the same,
Not the same.