She stands there on the hill,
Wishing these wounds would seal...

Your gaze draws me,
I am whatever you see...

Each day I sit on this roof top,
Praying that this rain will never stop...

(The third installment to "Ocean Blue Eyes...
Disliked by many...

I try and I try and I try
To see the reason why...

An empty room can be so deafening
The silence makes you want to scream...

(fourth installment to "Ocean Blue Eyes...
Every day she's on the street...

There are whispers around me
Those little voices telling me to let you be...

I am a tall oak
That stands proud...

There is a story behind every glare
A story of sorrow and despair...

You never hear me
My heart open for you to see...