Saturday, May 28, 2011
There is always two-half's to every whole.
A glass being half empty
A glass being half full
In a way, so is the creature called man.
You may see one thing on the outside,
his life full of glitter and gold
But what on the inside?
What you don't know is that it is very cold
How fragile they are, how a single comment hurt
Sure they have a smile on the outside, but do not be fooled
For he is crying for help
He is crying for you