The untold Story
alone and isolated
behold the untold
for I have called and cried out
but no one listens
behold the untold story
for the books I have written
for the words that I have spoken
the phone calls I have made
and all the depressed statements
behold the untold
For I sit here alone
weeping in my dispare
broken promises are like
broken dreams
behold the untold
alone I die
but before the end
you held my hand
and made the simple
yet peaceful statements
behold the untold
behold the untold
©zenith
Z