Even a year and something later, my whole life in...
most days I am mist, somedays I am rain. On rare...
Hatred crawls around her
like a wounded warrior...
It was then that he fell to his knees; overcome by...
There is no last straw,
Only hay as it may lay...
Grandmother's have a special place in our hearts,
One of the highest loves it's true, for...
I'm seen but not recognized,
I'm heard but not understood...
There are plenty of ideas
for one to explore alone...
You know that a year, can feel like a month when...
And maybe it is after all true,I was nothing but...
You're the masses.
We're the Media...
We had much to talk
about...
...
So let as curse, as cruel possession...
You never did say yet I knew
All those troubles worrying you...