Even in my darkest times. Overcome with worry. Find the comfort in the storm. No reason to be sorry. Look inside. For a place to hide. All around the favours wade.
The smell of smoke it fills the air. The funny part is you don't care. You light the match wait for the screams. And watch the fire as it gleams. . You turn your back and you walk away.
Distant pathway parallels. Revelations in the unfound. I'm scouring all these eyes can see. A warrior of truth i'll be. unraveling walls of belief. for answers behind veils of deceit.
Meadows of the Motherland,. your farmers ashes sown. by fallen stars,. bear mankind another strand. of unearthly dreamings grown. from earthly scars..
Making out with pop rocks, talking about Coles sand box, running your fingers through my hair;. Watching stupid movies with gross Banana Smoothies, eye each other while playing squares.
Hiding in the night, in the shadows of life. The dark doesnt claim reconciliation. It is shapeless but sharp as a knife. We dont need the rehabilitation.