You're made of copper,
silver and gold...
Row, row, row;
Sometimes I find it hard to look at myself in the...
Will you blow her candle
when time comes...
Dark night
with starry skies...
Sitting here swallowing the darkness I built,
Knowing there should be feelings of guilt...
Centuries of bitterness
never ending wars...
The flowers in the bible
Her thoughts of yesterday...
Trickling down my eyes canvas,
Tears waterfall towards the ground beneath me...
She is freezing in this weather.
But why...
Nothing resembles
the sincere humbles...
_ Fake, hypocrite
offering endless advice...
I stand here silently,
As time becomes nothing more but a distant memory...