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.
If depression were a flavor, it would taste like a glass of water. Colorless and tasteless. You could drink a bellyful and still be ...
When you wonder if I’m there because I do not make a sound I am Loving you quietly in the background. If you wond...
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'...