Holding close, I feel the danger, and the memories of the times I must feel, to be the one, inwire. How'd we make it to the end? Turn away face the light theres a morning sun whos left to itself, speaking the truth, so it cuts me apart, Living in my own wounds. Make me take for myself, make me come alive, make me cry for my home, take all whats left.
feels very good actually, a clear expansive stream... self-reflective and tremoring... a live pluse, sharing, growing and remembering.
