(2007)
A Game of sorted hands we all assume to play. The things with words we cannot sa… Bonds of the Heart we mold as cla… So easily folded, all forms taken…
Innocent Sinner you’ve things to… Young and in pain yet your not to… You’ve hid your true smile now for… Forgive your reflections, let go o… you did what you did just to stay…
In an open grove there sat a man a… The man stood up and set down his… where are you going? asked the boy… Man:I am a man and no longer play… So off the man strode in to the wo…
What Bests me once seems always t… I lose concentration and begin to… the half of me I cannot share, and… I fight I will always compare, to… can and will and might. What is so…
Visceral serenity, The copper scented remedy, That clots and flows within. Beneath the chest plate, What pumps and palpitates,
I had a dream on winters edge, were sleepless I lay for hours. I dread intended seasons should Bring a spring with no flowers. In Twilight amidst this sleepless…
The riff passes through the eye, and the needle is the song. Your heart beats now to the rhythm… The bass plays low yet tensions cl… Our breathes harmonize with the ca…
There was a man, There was a man, There was a man who was not there, He was here before but now he’s no… He was here today but gone away.
In calmer seas There swept a breeze, That lingered of tomorrow. Wept are the tears of Yesterday’s fears.
