I want to fly away
i need to fly away...
I want to tell that little boy his Mom will be...
I want to tell that dad we got his daughter out in...
I am not a perfect person
I don't say thank you every time I should...
The wind blows cold, upon my face
My hand's gone numb, leaves over the place...
What owns beauty more than this beacon of hope?
what more glorious? more divine...
Wake
I pull the sheets from my head...
I use to draw pictures of tall skyscrapers...
to the sky, to the world, where I may never see...
Things will never again be the same.
I don't think its your fault because no one is to...
Whisper your sweet little nothings,
And promise to hold her close...
Smile,
a simple smile...
It sees the watching hand go by,
without and awkward notion...
Dreaming
so many different places...