Here i am, there's resent inside me today
but it'll be gone by tomorrow...

Its so alone, I miss your grace now,
This house is not a home...

Days gone by in dusty winds of meadows
tears keep falling off different placeboes...

***Back in the 70's .. a movie was made , adapted...
-Johnny Got His Gun...

Knife all my fingers,
Point them on me...

I hold you like a breath
so deep within...

Shadow's fill an empty heart
the love is fading...

May you live in interesting times..
where the winds don't blow...

Its just everyday
..we rise awake...

Talk to me, softly.
Let me hear your voice...

Something or someone?
im tired and lonely...

There used to be a time,
when i used to live for a feeling...