Three things I pack when I surrender, retreat and move on. The last, the least the lonely and the lost..
My first possession is my Daughter and our memories … The music never stopped and never will Bella. My ears are deafened by the silence of 11 years lost baby girl… The melody will be forgotten but I will always remember the dancer… Isabella be thy name.. Broken heart my head stoops low. Only in you I will follow. Understand I only ever fucking bothered for you - my child… It was all for you. Pain? There’s lightning that cracks between my flesh and bone…
Chris Canham