(2014)
If it hurts, If it brings misery, Why does it happen again and again? How can so much
Why do you listen to the lies? How do you not see
Do angels exist? Could creatures of endless grace of immeasurable beauty really walk among us?
Alone I stand Pondering my arts the fruits of my labors. All is good and I lay down my bru… But there is a voice,
In a glen there stood an oak. A towering oak,
This darkness in which I stand is void. I am alone with naught but my work… and naught but my thoughts. Though on occasion, he stands besi…
When others see me, What do they really see? Is it what they want to see? Or is it me? Do they see misconceptions
So, you don’t drink? or smoke? So, you are better than them? You let them use you, and you take the fall for them,
I wander the desert an empty jug my only possession. My water has long run dry, my lips now used to
You Were the sunlight. You brought me
Much have I wandered From one life to another. My sorrows I have pondered, injustices that threaten to smothe… A mind of barbs and brambles
I let you go Why? After countless hours, After loving words, and secrets,
Was I given a chance? Did I miss that which I have aimed
Sunshadows, for I wish not to wake. But rather to sleep within the
The oak had a song sung from its branches. A melody