Close my eyes before I sleep
Ask the lord for my soul to keep...
Will I be able to fly
If I were to commit a sin...
Oh how the Giant sleeps
waiting, waiting in the deep...
My mind wanders from mediocrities
to the range of reasoning of Socrates...
She is painting this bottle
with a tint of green...
In its early stages
it needs yo protection...
Feathered fingers
floating...
You will never grow old
All streets are lined in gold...
Words can be emotions if written in the right...
Mended hearts are sewn
while seeds are sown...
Earth the old shall be burned away,
as a star.. and behold.. vanguard .. and advent of...
Head down
The rain pounds...