Heard a song of broken halos, folded wings that used to fly. Wondered why I go where I go. Yeah, broken halos as miles went b… Angels used to come and teach me,
So much time I now spend, watchin… Watching as others pass by, living… Living their lives. I watch not for the care of wantin… or even so mush as to learn from w…
Curled up in the corner in dead of the night. Afraid of darkness and praying for light. Eyes peer from the ceiling.
If I woke up and worked every day with a calm resolute execution of… or perhaps at least stayed on appr… with the basic things for which I… If with a small grain of faith I’…
You can buy land and home across this world made of stone, gathering more into barns than the… You can travel and see every sight there may be
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…
Greatness... Born of hearts desire, flame of inner fire. Dies to quiet fear, fades and disappears or,
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,
My heart aches with no reason why. Though things are fine, these tear… Those I know don’t understand and half the time I’m just like th… I’ve searched and sought.
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!
It was a beautiful story, I wish it was my own. It makes me think of you, so every now and then I turn it on.
Spent another day chasing like eac… and what did it gain us this time? It feels like we’re racing against… in effort to scavenge a dime. I guess I don’t get it– the purpo…
I wake to find a scene unkind, on vessel I do stand. Adrift at sea, lost, scared and co… in desperate need of land. “Why am I here? Where should I t…
I looked at her, her angel voice s… She sat surrounded by the band, ju… Her songs were mesmerizing, she ha… and in that moment God gave me thi… “No matter what, the songs we make…
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…
