Comments about Leonard Dantzler
Born To Fall
I wait for the dawn of day to come
I pray for sleep but who am I praying to?
In this hour the only who hears me, is me.
It seems pain becomes a pleasure to the most undesired of hearts
I don't understand the reason behind why I care
But as much as I say I don't, I do.
And that is when I think of the wings I was denied,
how heavy gravity is and how I stand alone, no, separated.
I am the voice of those whose tongues have been cut out, the voice of those ones whose voice has become hoarse