Comments about Michael Willson
His Life Will Never Be The Same Again
Every known man have seen blood,
Every single dropp will become a mud.
No such song has be singed,
No one's God have been bleed.
Every single heart beats the other,
Diffrent as each oder,
But the one heart beats for all of us,
And it have to continue, it must, it must.
If it stops to beat,
The sillence will stop 'ur feet.
The tree of life will fall on us,
The chaos will seek the blue bus.
Then the unborn man wll see,
Then rain and drops won't made,
Every song will be singed, ...