Conversations Over-grown Situations That plateau Habitations
I am the paper inked And I am the paper I am the thoughts that think And I am the thinker I am the final drink
My bed makes my body ache And this cannot last. I made a huge mistake Thinking of the past. Swimming in a frozen lake,
Sometimes we just have to leap Eyes closed Over a river so deep When we erase our thoughts Inside our minds
I was once walking down Pasture lane when crows flew over… Then I thought of subtle rain Pouring over the dead.... And golden sunsets bless this visi…
My vernacular is Far from spectacular. In my arrangement I’ll never change it. But I’m always after her,
Most of the time hard work goes unnoticed. But in the mind I must stay focused. It’s yours, not mine
All of a sudden I just don’t care All this lovin I’m just not there Give me somethin
What is skin? Does it hold the soul in? So we can be forgiven? Yeah, race doesn’t matter. Oh it does?!
In the worst time I always loose focus All these great lines How do I show this Can you rewind
God loves us all And has the answer... But Why are some babies born with canc…
Darkness and light Fight for my days Yet the darkness is the Shadow that stays Not evil, not depression
Can we grasp a feeling Thrown so carelessly? As we take our seats Beneath the thinking tree. Looking at it all
Huhges questioned A dream deferred I read it Then my dream occurred Just do
I can keep going Because we’re here to stand It’s all the same And we make plans Thank you