நூலகம்
சுயவிவரம்
Broken Boat
Broken Boat
1 min
125
There was me,
Tired and hopeless,
All alone,
Even the gas lamps didn't blink,
Like my eyes,
Left with one broken boat,
The wait was about to end,
Had the ocean to cover ahead,
Deep beneath which lies the soul.
Kept the glass awake,
Been stuck along the road,
With much force,
The still waves hit the boat,
Soon enough had the salt touch me,
The cold feet turned red,
Yet, there was me again,
in one broken boat.
