"Things Come & Go" by Deria Love.

I need a breath of fresh air
theres never a time in my mind
when i needed him & he wasnt there.
suppose i shed a tear,
i think to self and wonder
"will this qet me anywhere?"
far from here i want to go
somewhere where the sunshine shows.
a place where my spirit can grow.
Because its been a prisoner
Through it's hi's and low's.
Nobody really knows
whats its like to never see the right.
Things all around but whats in the light for me?
Ill never know.



I was inspired to write this, because of some personal issues.
There will be more to come. Hopefully.