I sit here, quietly, in this crowd,
minding my own space...
Where the little ones dwell that's lost in the...
Be sure of your journey, beware of your plight...
It's a funny sort of haze.
Thoughts of yesterdays...
Like glass upon my soft, cushion floor
they puncture my air born dreams...
Life an enemy of my breath, to think that i live...
Have you ever taken the time to ask yourself...
Does life always have to seem so difficult that...
Everyone has a past.......
What makes your past so different from the others...
Memories...
Simply means the power of retaining and recalling...
I licked my chapped lips, an attempt to...
while murky thoughts crept into my mind...
One day,
staring at my own reflection in the mirror...
Why would you struggle inside,
be tortured all through the night...
I am a singer and a worker
I wonder what i"ll be for Halloween...