Sometimes it feels as if things are better left...
To leave the uncertainty of things to stain the...

Get down upon your knees,
face-down in the dirt...

There is a grace,
none matched by four paws...

She takes another hesitant step;
Down the jagged halls...

Standing in the gallows
I wear my innocence like a shroud...

You keep me on my hands and knees,
Crawling across this glass shard floor...

In this world that seems desolate and bleak
Why won't you help me see, what inspires me...

I'm like a planet on a corkscrew gravitational...
Drifting from one lonesome soul to the next...

I know his smile,
Better than people think...

A mother;
Loving and Protective...

Snow falls from the heavens;
Tundra of desolation lies before me...

They tell me,
"You are God's Child...