These scars
This past...
I consider myself to be the truth,
a vessel of some kind...
Biting my tongue,
I ponder what to say...
Along the sea's
Along the lines...
Sky of Blue Memories
laying on a bed of lush moss green...
Each year
is a new beginning...
Open your heart
let the poor in...
I wanted to speak of my panic
Maybe to it...
It's not in the days that pass us by
Oft too quickly for us to see...
I am lost at sea, with no one by my side.
I am keeping my feet from the water for fear I'll...
The eyes are full of needles
And minds are carried off in boxes...
The day that my mom told me she couldn't hold me...