Children
Purer than the light...
I should not need fear
being grateful for blessings...
Driving downtown a motion
from outside my window...
Of every Season
Like a soft wave...
Dead Child...
I came to be the shadow behind your back,
the shadow underneath your feet...
The clock's faithful tick
Splinters the patient silence...
A sorrowful sight on any day,
Are the ones that appear to have lost their way...
It used to be the joke of the family,
whenever she'd mistakenly use...
Take a plunge
deep into your...
Let us
Arise...
Failure is written on stone
while success is recorded...