There’s less than two hours to walk in the sand. To sail the wide oceans and see foreign lands. There’s less than two hours
Curled up in the corner in dead of the night. Afraid of darkness and praying for light. Eyes peer from the ceiling.
Nothing can stop the unquenchable… fed by the flame of the deepest de… Born of a purpose, intent that is… in the one who’s determined to do… One who believes it can always be…
Once crashed the waves in tempest’… and blew the wind as sails were to… Once drove the rain against frozen… as darkness took the vessel in. Once void of any hope at all,
Took a walk down to the water, looked out and gazed awhile. I took a walk down to the water, looked out and gazed awhile. There’s no way to understand this,
It seems that life’s a limbo so if… it’s hard to not conclude that eve… For everything we do, in time fade… The shiny steel of bliss today eac… So how can Heaven hold its awe wh…
Tis an interesting thing to consid… the value of a quiet example set. Like the crystal streams, or the m… consistent, constant, always there… Blessing every soul who happens by…
It doesn’t matter how the sun sets… nor how the clear streams flow. There is no joy in waves of grain or brilliant fields of snow. This world in all its glory
This world of ice. Forged in frozen sheets, layer upon layer. So many attempts to thaw, daily melting.
Now, at the end, looking back... what else have I to do but reflect… in a sleepless round of ever mounting despair. Despair born and thereafter bred
I want to write a song today from… Won’t paint to kill the dead saint… that I’ve been praying in the dark… and wishing the bathwater clean in… I hope to finally find the strengt…
Waking I find another chill encru… where I shall walk alone in step o… to the blighted rhythm of what mus… and the looming shadows of what mi… My only solace comes of looking ba…
Even as the night has drifted softly upon me distilling its emptiness. So also has your memory in silence
It’s been used in so many movies, and series, and books to be read - some kind of sickness breaks out i… turning all into the living dead. I once thought the concept was sil…
This is the reason I do what I do… A rhyme, a song in shades of blue. Connections made to a million ties… The longing stare of a million eye… Peering out from the darkness, sou…