As the morning rush begin with tearsAnd every thing seems to fell apart
His crying heart asked me
Will you bare the weight of my broken parts.
I saw him wiping his red eyes
And shivering hands struggling to keep up
With non of his clothes ironed at all
And stuffed in me for pack up.
He picked up his phone again and again
Because he needed someone who wouldn’t let him go
But nobody came with their arms
And he knew there is a sorry he still owe.
He zipped me up with a tear drop
And threw me on the floor,
He needed to escape from this world
So he ran out of the front door.
But the story still had a turn
Under its sleeves
Because the hope in him wasn’t dead
Someone might come he believes
So all I did was a little pray
To make some time for them
Because he was hiding he couldnt show.
But there wasn’t just clothes in me
There was a heart with some tears
And her photo.