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