Grief is not based on numbers
sorrow does not require a certain speed...

This is the season
giving thanks and sharing gifts...

And the rain is falling.
I watch you going inside this house...

The times when you hear gun shots go off
night has a way of attracting crime...

The history of walls
it's a proven fact...

The prince of darkness
along with his clan...

When that little wheel in my head is going
all pens are dried out, no paper in sight...

I have broken free
from this emotional prison...

You can hear them whisper at night
they do have a voice...

I let my worries fall into water
my body leaning against my favorite tree...

Depression is real
weird thoughts live in my head...

As the moon rises from behind the mountains
it sheds some light to where I am...