There is less daylight everyday
The sun burns through the sky
In ever shrinking circles
I watch the band of darkness grow
That once the light becomes a golden ring
My lips will close
Beneath these songs I sing.
Not only sands and gravels Were once more on their travels, But gulping muddy gallons Great boulders off their balance Bumped heads together...
If depression were a flavor, it would taste like a glass of water. Colorless and tasteless. You could drink a bellyful and still be ...
I see you laying in our bed and I lay in your shadow The back side of your face a wall that does not break and will not fall It'...