Many a good soul hath said to me t… That they have learned from a ‘les… So why then after the time ‘allowe… To them I say,” to suffer is to k… If they ‘knew’, it would be a ‘dif…
Some of the time when most things… These are the times when I have g… Some of the time some when things… These are the times when I feel a… Other times when I’m feeling low,
My love now she is leaving And the day is getting dark The night-time moon’s appearing Hear the last song of the lark The evening’s silence deepens
From somewhere came I into this p… Though from where I come there is… But in the mirrors glass I first… A conscience then becomes me. As through these eyes a world I s…
Some days go by in quiet grace When convention states another pla… Should be encountered in your eye This time left to you has passed b… Convention states the play of days
Who was it said to me that you don… You don’t need to cry, now that I… I will be looking after you, looki… I’ll make you understand you’re in… Well I sat down upon the earth wi…
And still my troubles, trouble me, And time not eased my pain. I wonder if I will again, Find a life to please me, Find a life to ease me,
Confused my mind in a circle runs, The time to come is yet undone. With nervous brow to take the crop… Of thoughts that might one day com… To pass a point, engage this place…
Our foundation upon this silver wo… Where life has but one accord Is to stay within the bounds of lo… That not a day must come to be ign… This world where upon your light d…
Many are the times we have to laug… There are often times that we may… Many are the days when you draw ne… Many the days that we live in fear Those lies we told in the mirror s…
Perhaps it’s the sunlight in the t… Or the rustling of the leaves. The gentle ripples on the lake, When you are on my mind. Maybe its when I go to sleep,
So much sorrow so much pain my heart leaches it’s own blood, My body as if stretched upon a rack until the dread runs black. All is loss, there can be no way back, all doors are shut,...
My heart it tells me something But wanders into night time The skies are always falling The horizon is always calling People tell me stories
This place is from another age Invisible, but not to those who ra… A place not of peace, of quiet, or… But a place where precious memorie… Where is it then that I do stand?