I can still smell the burnt rubber in the summer...
I can still see the place where I fell to my feet...

Hhhmmm
Have you ever looked into someones shining eyes...

Forget them
By: Stephanie L. Homann...

Teach me,
And I shall learn...

I was born into in a world of escape,
A hiding place for those in despair...

I'm running
Running out of time...

By: Stephanie L. Homann
The cuts on my neck...

With a breeze that blows through the trees
With a wind that sings to nobody in particular...

It's impossible to see the sun in the sky,
If you see the world in shades of grey...

I see your face
It feels like home to me...