Foadie
War Child
I climb with painful slowness
The weight of myself on my back
My soul in the soles of my feet
My heart dragging behind me, I listen to its beat
I feel I could never take another step
But something tells me the shadow is about to pass
And I reach the top, my shoulders lifting and sunlight streaming through my body
Then I turn and run down the steps; golden the wind whips my hair
When I reach the bottom, I know I'll have to go up again soon
But I think nothing of this now
I laugh softly, feeling my black heart turn maroon.
The weight of myself on my back
My soul in the soles of my feet
My heart dragging behind me, I listen to its beat
I feel I could never take another step
But something tells me the shadow is about to pass
And I reach the top, my shoulders lifting and sunlight streaming through my body
Then I turn and run down the steps; golden the wind whips my hair
When I reach the bottom, I know I'll have to go up again soon
But I think nothing of this now
I laugh softly, feeling my black heart turn maroon.