growing in the cyrcle of sarrow and pain, covering the envoues look of the hunted eyes, wondering what is the lead of the minds qurrling with the shadow of the good man...trying to prove the signficans of being a live , walking like a dead corp, standing beside the wall of memories reading the lips....copying the moves of the outsiders, relaying on the belive of what been siad and never done, torn in the middel.... pesise of the unwanted one! |