(2009)
Why should I try to make sense of… when thus far all endeavors have f… Why should I struggle to win in t… when each chance that I’ve had I’… What can I make of the pieces tha…
Why should I try to make sense of… When thus far all endeavors have f… Why should I struggle to win in t… When each chance that I’ve had I’… What can I make of the pieces tha…
I wish it would have been a war that was the explanation for the reason you are not around, the reason I don’t hear the sound of your voice anymore.
A life sustained by water pure Yet marred by memory of the wine Like fragrant waft of soft allure Diminished not by hands of time Forever clear the water streams
Run… As fast as you can Red shades of dismal Flowing fear Melt to the glass of sand
Greatness Born of hearts desire Flame of inner fire Dies to quiet fear Fades and disappears
There’s a heart that beats and a clock that chimes Moments pass as they both keep time Opportunities
I see it time and time again That beauty’s made by what is spen… A beauty that demands a price With outer glow and inner ice And observation seems to tell
Why do we always end up in the pla… Why is it freedom slips away and d… I think the problem lies within th… For it is not to win the war then… with vigilance, no sadly this is n…
First note chimes, long silence gone. Like breath again or light at dawn. Pure joy to hear,
Long pressing Bears the weight of the falling wo… Over tinkered days and hollowed ye… Has the growing spiral of downward… Unwound before my eyes
Unto what shall I liken my struggle filled walk in life? Unto a breath without air, gasping and grasping for that which I can clearly see,
The feeling Haunts me Time and time again I feel it as it’s coming Like a scent upon the wind
Some were hired at the break of da… Then others hired each passing hou… And when the eve was drawing nigh… Looked out and saw some in the str… So then he went to them and asked,…
Dim lit, damp and distant corner Torn from dream of vapor’s fold Slow descent to worlds divided Nothing hot and nothing cold Long ago, this soul forgotten