The Morning falls through my ceiling...
with the weight of heavy snow...
There's something about you;
Something I can't quite put my finger on...
There was once a girl who braved the world
She fought hard and she fought strong...
Winning is the success of some losers,
But when my timecode was gone I begged to be a...
In between stuck in the mingling of hearts,
Girls around here and there tearing us apart...
Saintly my son
Much more handsome...
Mom,
I find myself too often wishing I was a cheap...
Do they deserve names?
Do they even care...
I was walking all alone,
But in the faintest glimmer...
You can actually
tell and feel...
I was raised with an unknown tomorrow
a runaway Dad and a Mom who refused to borrow...
Born in the day and bathed in the light.
Eyes open so I'm told, no hint of a fight...