Cooking with faith
The pantry was empty
the promises too
I chopped in a frenzy
and made a fine stew
The fridge was bare
Only white space
I didn´t let fear
ruin the taste
The bread box was crumbs
The cake box aswell
But my oven hummed
as hot as high hell
The kitchen had nothing
hunger kicked in
Though I made a meal
For my will is not thin
Nenhum comentário:
Postar um comentário