Andrew Hinds - Falling.

Falling out of love is life
itself.
Like being an unwanted
toy is life itself.

Dumped at the back of
cupboard is life itself.
Thrown in a corner of
unused toy box is life
itself.

Never to be play with
again is life itself.

Watching the beautiful
flowers blossoming.
Watching the wonderful
flowers blooming.

The harmony is life
itself.
Healing in fate is life
itself.

Feelings in my mine is
life itself.
Destroyed by time is life
itself.

Total distorted by time
is life itself.
Totally disturbed by
time is life itself.

Lost in thoughts is life
itself.
Can't win is life itself.
Can't think anymore is
life itself.

Andrew Hinds

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