• Many days go by when I think of you
    I remember the memories we shared
    Good and bad. . .Aww

    I kept myself botttled up and packaged on a shelf
    My tears trapped within me, my blood.
    I do not shed or weep because the time is done. . .

    Life tends to demolish and reconstruct
    I've been demolished already
    Now is the time for reconstruction
    Salvation.