I must collect myself for I am slipping
Seeds of hope I hear those words on late night TV
What we forget Is our own control That we control Our own lives I let you
Love me for me for what you see in my eyes for who I am, for what I know and for what I don’t know accept me as I am
I could feel it creeping it crept inside deep into the shadows illuminated, breathless my body ached for more
I have an answer for the liquid spills
Who am I... But this old birdhouse Teetering Over the sea Waving around
Burning the midnight oil needs one gasoline Standing tall waiting for you with my feathers
I was running To catch the horse In the snow From the bus I jumped into
Nothing quite brings me back to you like remembering that you’re there this is all
It was child innocence filtering through the eyes were like faucets of the past the words were like
I do terrible with silence can’t stand it makes me want to scream
I search for the everlasting circle the diamond on my ring the prize
Not sure why it is the way it is at the moment The first time I saw him he wears a red bandanna
The soft blood trickled as it fell it was like a faucet with a slow leak dripping My mind went blank