She quietly returned once more
Record her dreams in stanza's four...
Old mountain roads
Made of dirt and clay...
You can still travel
Moving forwards in reverse...
The climb might feel hard
Until you realize the...
One of my favourite toy when I was young,
Was a wind-up little drummer boy...
I am the fear that you created,
Caused simply by your acts...
Silence covers all with bold embrace
Her hands and fingers dance with lissom grace...
A questioning feeling.
The sense of the ocean around me...
Come to your true self
to defend truth and justice...
The Fall
What's known stands alone...
I stood up against unjust
-not how a sitting man does...
The hero said to himself:
if I lie, if I stay silent, if I become one of...