Le Molisme

My heart used to walk
Alone with his fear
On a road
Called the life
Called the life

It's hard for him
To make good choices.
'Cause so many times
He was full of sadness,
And made of tears
I thought that
He was broken forever.

He still not found
What he was looking for…

But one day,
An angel appears
Steals my heart
He is like a prisoner
My heart in a cage
In a jail made
Of Smile and Happiness.

By Capitaine~Mol