Sailed an ocean just to reach you, passed through a hurricane or two, hit land to find a ring upon your… I was almost there for you. Crossed a continent to find you,
Once in a while I hear words that… Most times I let ‘em go by, but s… Seconds turn into hours, so I liv… Dive deep into words, words as dee… Things I’ve wanted to say since t…
It’s finally the day to come, blood mixing in. Flows like a river through oceans of sin. Long past the point
Is it me? Is it real? The feelings that I feel... never seem to match the world around me. What if I’m lost in time,
Let it go, let it flow - cut it with your words. Slash at every piece of it until it finally hurts.
Holding all I hold that’s mine. A modern king. The gifts of time. Allot no grip nor means to hold. Today in grasp yet drifting old. Begotten days become as sand.
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…
Each time before when I had falle… I found upon the ground were words… a latticework of scaffolding to cl… back to the surface with the crowd… I’d stay close to the ledge not kn…
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 silent end, a fading friend, an… A tear-stained eye, a question why… A solemn stare, the mirror’s glare… A slow walk home, still there alon… Where do you go when all is lost?…
His love for her was strong but st… a longing in his soul took him to where he could be free… but ocean’s take their toll. He never did return
I spent my whole life building. I saw it all, yeah ups and downs. Started from nothing, God knows I… and brought this empire from the g… For generations I have toiled to…
The Gatherer and the Giver sat at… down at the village where they liv… At end of day as sun went down, th… as soul by soul they contemplated… They did this often for they knew,…
You saved them but then fell again… the circle’s in the sky. Divided fence and happenstance don’t care if it’s a lie. Tomorrow’s way fades into grey
The feeling haunts me time and time again. I feel it as it’s coming like a scent upon the wind.