We should open new doors and close the old ones we have left behind

I have a wheelbarrel I filled with all of my dreams and my favorite clothes, now all I need is someone to help me push it.

So hard to face to pace of the clock
what do you think, will it ever stop?

Imagined Wings for you to Fly

Imagined Dust for you to Spread

Imagined Heart for you to Love

Written By Clarity