His Name Is
Peter, his name is.
He's the reason I am this.
He's the reason my heart beats,
And my heart beats like lead.
He can't leave my head.
Peter, his name is.
He's the reason I am this.
He's the reason I see things,
And I see now everything in darkness.
Everything is so lifeless.
Peter, his name is.
I will never forget this name,
Its echo leaves me insane.
My soul bleeds a river,
Then my eyes water.
Peter, his name is...
Peter, his name is...
Copyright © Mel Marakalala | Year Posted 2015
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