A path that must be found
Like the masses traveling a path of dark mystery...
We often wonder and question,
the meaning of life...
There are so many emotions
Running through my veins...
Midnight, sleeping beneath canopy
of stars, of which morning prospers...
In my world there is no tear to cry,
no fear or pain to cloud over ones mind...
With the soil approaching fast and all hopes...
Extend your wings and take a chance she did say...
Why is it that when you're backed into a corner
It makes you feel alive...
they put the oil
on the baby...
Fake god
Worship a fake god...
0-5 weeks:
Although my life is so brand new...
My eyes open mirthfully,
by the soft rays of the glistening sun falling...
A healthy face
A serene look...