(2014)
Stand by, butterfly on the Canterbury Bells; my memory can’t concede the Spring, not the way you look at me.
Should I see the world behind you… And all the secrets put aside In deep caverns, behind city wall… Left to memory, or whatever cause The future holds in store for you;
I look at you from across the room… And still I don’t know quite what… To make the words move with my fee… To show you that I’m actually swe… As loud and boisterous as it gets,
As time continues poking away, And seems to hit a nerve; When I trip and fall short of ide… Or fail to make the curve. Will it be ok, can you look throug…
If I were a Christian man, I’d say God graced your wings my… If it’s all a part of greater plan… I couldn’t have written a better p… And I don’t know if there’s a bon…
Oh Sweet rain, take me away To the world of dreams, perchance… Among the fields of merigold, grown up from memories of old A place where I can truly be
Dear ; There’s a story yet untold, betwee… yet unpublished in the world colle… (Save the swapped stories of our s… So here, in ink of thought and wor…
You’re the sunshine that I wake t… And all the good towards my mornin… You’re that arrow Cupid sends to… And leave me love struck without w… When I’m daydreaming, it’s a movi…
Empty words again today And yet I always sit Waiting for something to change In how I try relating it Thousands of words, a thousand tri…
You set my heart a-flutter, a baby bird struggling for sky; and in that moment, every year we’… reflected our faces in each others… A decision to be made;
Look! A rising star is born! Beautiful face, lovely smile, Happy and laughing, full of innoce… Let’s take them and teach them how… Let them learn to aspire, to want,…
Tools to each other’s problems, We’re just supposed to know What to live with and how to solve… Lighten each other’s loads. Goodbye; I’m coming home.
Face-first at the planet side; silver shine on the back, a calm g… I’m coming back in, saddest moment… Nothing quite American as cherry… Crowds gather, good friends and fa…
The old man’s coming back, I hear… Clean up, too much acceptance here… He’d die to see you put yourself Before the troubles of another! Put an eye behind the blinds,
Back when it was still brand new The shiny silver gleamed with prid… Of brand new possibilities Whirring away further inside It did well in selling itself
