Sunshadows, for I wish not to wake. But rather to sleep within the

Forces of Nature more powerful than earthquakes, than tsunamis, the bane of happiness

Death is peace, death is silence, death is final. There can be no further pain. But there can be no further hope.

How can I ever Prove to you? For a chance that was never leaped. A divide

Do angels exist? Could creatures of endless grace of immeasurable beauty really walk among us?

A simple question. A complex answer. Three letters which encapsulate everything we do.

The oak had a song sung from its branches. A melody

First, A mistake. Quicksand. Second, A broken promise.

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,

Because of what I have done, these failures were just too much. This final fall with follow me Forever. There were no harsh words,

When others see me, What do they really see? Is it what they want to see? Or is it me? Do they see misconceptions

That elusive mindset, where it all falls into place. But where do I lie? Am I lacking? Lying on the borderline?