Such a long wait,
for that special one to come...

Jesus Christ is the righteous.
He is the Son of God...

My fingers lay, lightly on the bow,
i can feel the vaz, from the hairs, to my thumb...

Only left
is what had happened...

Day be day, sizing the tag
writing down the foods i eat...

Sun comes up, for summer
for the that last final time...

This never ending wall
has no...

I have finally changed
for better, for good in deed...

In the dark, as it been toled
unseen in the dark...

Come you all, come you all,
to the bright riped waters...

What make a God happy?
ist it by wars and torture...

The rain pores,
beats the bare sealing...