Wreckage of jaded attempts to heal linger this was...
Do the scars unseen make forever numb so we remain...
That one I loved
He gave me everything...
To let go seems the worst thing to do,
like being asked to give up on the things that...
Tread smiles on days and carry on.
Let tragic wonder bare it's scorn...
Every now and then i look up at the sky,
and ask my dad why'd he have to die...
Murdered was the diverse,
Collapsed by the rounds of the hateful...
Alone it has no purpose.
Crouched there under the lamp in wait...
I close my eyes and count to ten
But I open them and your still not here...
Life is for the young at heart,
For the old have lived their dreams...
Requiem
When we saw the film Dr Zhivago...
A phone call woke me up
this morning...
When we saw the film Dr Zhivago
I remember...