Give chance to healing
not to the lesion, by an...
When your tears are gone
And your hands don't wipe your eyes...
Once when I was a child
I thought that dreams came true...
She quietly returned once more
Record her dreams in stanza's four...
Old mountain roads
Made of dirt and clay...
Come to your true self
to defend truth and justice...
Everyone has his own name.
The name is also his registered label...
Dear Skyler,
How’ve you been buddy...
Reminiscing
Someone said...
There is this one frame
That hangs on a wall...
Your light inspires.
The troubles you face...
There are three runners, in this race
And I am starting, in third place...