Re-Living The Past Surfacing of the old wounds, Brings back the memories, It was then that I chose- To leave, My reputation was stained, However, I would survive, Shunned by society, Whom once I consider friends, My mind set to exile, Left behind is a desolated soul. (11900075) Copyright ©08/01/2005 Ronil Tataria
Surfacing of the old wounds, Brings back the memories, It was then that I chose- To leave, My reputation was stained, However, I would survive, Shunned by society, Whom once I consider friends, My mind set to exile, Left behind is a desolated soul.
It was then that I chose- To leave,
My reputation was stained, However, I would survive,
Shunned by society, Whom once I consider friends,
My mind set to exile, Left behind is a desolated soul.
(11900075) Copyright ©08/01/2005 Ronil Tataria
