(2014)
A men is only a man through the wo… Who knows what he wants and to N…
The breeze is calm now . Begotten memories at bay . Feeling calm from where I lay. with guitar at hand . Playing alone in the sight of the…
Why keep moving on? Why get up when you’re always push… Why keep trying to love when the… Why get down on your knees to pray… Well....
Eyes left wide open To the some words that were left u… Roses replaced my footsteps. Fixing the ones left stagnant and… Walking day to night, not feeling…
Path most wanted or road less trav… Questions unanswered; mysteries un… Wanting to be seen, praised and ad… For the risks one has taken for th… This is the thoughts of one once h…
The voice of a gypsy when she sing… The strings of an experienced guit… But the touch of a loved one will…
Seeing you with eyes closed Remembering what once glimmered . Loving what others can’t see For you being what ever’s needed o… Like the moon and the sea I’ll be…
Walking lone . Thoughts are shaded as I walk fro… Like a wolf not wishing for the pa… It’s rage and bite to tear threats… Not caring for whom I face Nor wh…
Wolf’s loyalty. Nicholas C. Miller End to end. You may not be kin. But through all the pain and strif…
So... Motionless. Everything seems to pass on by slo… Wonder why ...The feeling to belo… Remaining awake. Thinking . With no one to talk to . Begin sh…
The dark I keep I shield I fight so dark I run I wail in spite to people who come they watch they… resented, I lurk I crawl I glare soon take by shadow now I walk in…
See the sky Seeing the roses take wind Forgive and forgetting the memory… Feeling free from the past, heartb… hearing the world play such sweet…
I’ve seen it in you eyes. You deny your fears. I call that… Not fearing any type of darkness. But you fear the one true concept… Not fearing nor feeling any pain t…
Flowers fly through the skies . Spreading radiant scents . Breeze humming a sweetening song . Wheels are being slowed as one tak… Feeling the warmth that puts you a…
When I May when i may.or may i rot does she love me. or does she not shoot my heart.or run me threw. roses are red.so i’ll turn blue