Tale of D

They are tides that i have to overcome,

Or so the people call it,

I have understood it well and taken it far,

Facing the past and the sins,

Some forgiveness that i gain,

And some hardship that i have to handle,

Wanting probably wishing is more i could,

A hand to keep my heart warm,

A shoulder to cry on,

Every nights i would shed my tears on lonesome,

I could not bear the life without a string to hold onto,

I told them mostly about everything,

Tell the closest the need that i hunger for,

But it was a tale not stories to remember,

It was a heart that are unwanted,

Me being their strength and laughter,

When slowly it keeps giving me the same pain,

Ails me and just torture me,

I have wanted to tell more,

Not a secret that i want to keep,

As i have said,

It was only a tale,

A tale of the life of D.