Truth wins
Do you feel the music? Does it capture in your soul the feelings that got lost in ther… as you’ve played out your role? Have you ever sat and listened,
Bah ratcha tas contavalaz you rase-neflapher’d wagicaud! Condaver haufin polysnip! I’ll tell you just where you can s… your pi-calogin traginine!
Unto what shall our era be likened… Are we like unto people of old? Are we so far removed from the anc… we gain not from the stories they… Has the God of our fathers been v…
It’s finally the day to come, blood mixing in. Flows like a river through oceans of sin. Long past the point
I cannot help but wonder as I wan… and try to find a purpose in this… Why don’t we have a Moses or a No… like those who came before us had… Why don’t we have the likes of men…
How long can rolling waters stay impure in their decree? How long can all the world behold the many signs they see, and not consider what is meant,
Depression and heartache and yearn… common throughout all the years, general amongst all the masses, driven by so many fears. It’s truly the struggle of ages,
I charted once a course to gold, a place wherein I might take hold of everything I ever wished. Retire there; enjoy the bliss. But every time I thought that I
Unto what shall I liken my strugg… Unto a breath without air, gasping… for that which I can clearly see a… but like unto the shining stars of… lies as it would seem high above m…
Another spotlight, make the headli… A final shout-out to the ranks of… Did I make you stop and think? Now looking down... from the look… me and every other ghost in this t…
A morning walk, amidst the trees,… The sound of crisp from frozen gro… I love the feeling that I get on… where light through all the empty… It makes me dream of times in spri…
I sometimes sit awake at night unsure what I should do, swimming through my thoughts yeah, all the worries of the day. I guess I like the solitude,
How vast is the reach of the unive… How great be the distance between… How far in both ways does the leng… What distance exists between God… Illusive the answer to each of the…
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
I stand here on the corner, steam of breath rising into the frozen air, staring, eyes fixed, longing to see...