Her days have been many
But somehow short...

Two souls inside a picture frame
Nothing changes, always stays the same...

I will never walk like you
I don’t need any forgiveness...

Put the slogan up next to scripture
Hang their symbols in front of god...

Are you happy
Does it make you smile...

He never thought he mattered
It’s hard to when on your own...

Squashing insects beneath our fingers
No consideration for such little lives...

When the north wind blows
And you button up your coat...

There was a time and a place
Or maybe a person I forget...

Disconcerting conversations
The Gypsy works his disabled tongue...

I need a life
Cant find the life...

A poisoned fog they prayed for
Comes rolling from the lake...