LINDA
In the atmosphere of regrets
Waiting to storm is vengeance
Anger becomes the soul fragrance
Clouded in its agony covered in teardrops
like a child that is abuse

Life becomes a perfect casket,
So fitted like a product in a packet
Feelings was hit as if the heart was the target
Eyes opened but reasons wasn't sighted

So tender her family was lost
on her shoulder she knows she's about to carry a heavy cross
Thinking this very life is a curse
By taking what matters to her to the dust

Sheded tears, she's now in fear
Vengeance left, reasons were clear
Accidents came and nobody cares
Seperated by family and peers

Years have passed times have changed
To a noble man she gets engage
To the world she's now a stage
Like her life was perfectly arrange
People can never believe the book of life's page
Her many disadvatage never clouded her one advantage



By Terry68