Not knowing who we are
Not knowing where to go...
Staring at your empty suede coat is like
Sailing in a storm with no rescue...
I remember once, I had a buddy
Whom I met at a place I don't remember...
tell me my dear
the words too heavy to hear...
Take me back to the days when your coughing fits...
When I thought it was bad that you’d forget to...
All those days you spent
Looking through that window...
Far from home
I sit on this foreign hill...
The man I love lies under the olive tree
The hero of my past is now of this world free...
Grief is a mind with no plan, a soul that can only...
The first drop of rain that falls in the spring...
When my mom died,
I was told that grief can be separated into two...
I will have to live without you someday;
I need to come to terms with that...
I do not wish
To rebuild the house...