Between these lines, we come to write,
we shall not judge, the black and white...
Tomorrow not a word
Yesterday's heard...
She roamed the
universe like she owned...
In a World where shadows
Remove the sunlight...
I was born of a Scottish mum,
And a father who was Irish...
"HURT"
"I looked back at yesterday and saw my mistakes...
These shoes upon my feet
Were handcrafted just for me...
He looks down from his glass tower
And surveys his world below...
The earth knows
no religion...
I left my dresser-drawer slightly open,
for your spirit to slip and escape this...
My name, it is not Jack,
And I do not have a spring...
In this world,
we have no choice what we're born as...