Will Heaven help me through this… will it be there in my need? How much is mine to do alone? At which point should I plead? Is it there when my head is down

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,

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…

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…

Even as the night has drifted softly upon me distilling its emptiness. So also has your memory in silence

First note chimes, long silence gone. Like breath again or light at dawn. Pure joy to hear,

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,…

Haunted feelings carried by wings of night as shadows fly. Drip drop words from pages then feed the fire like oxygen. Muffled voices through the door.

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.

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,

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…

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…

I paused to stand and watch a man… my wonder soared as I watched his… He stood as if not noticing that m… they moved without a second glance… Then as I watched he stepped full…

There’s something worse than feeli… yes, worse than feeling blue. There’s something worse than feeli… and knowing you’ve been used. There’s something worse than feeli…