Rock-a-bye poor man bound to the earth,
while the wind growls, his soul shall disperse...

I once had a crow, he was shot in a storm.
A bullet to the beak from an eye of scorn...

Tread smiles on days and carry on.
Let tragic wonder bare it's scorn...

How many times must stars fall upon you
in the coming tide of ones lost in truth...

I smoke to keep my calm,
the nicotine and caffeine share...

The day falls short on an open valley,
while songbirds sing to a blooming orchard...

The sky falls neatly on the sand.
With arms outstretched they beg...

Dear memories,
have you come to me...

Why is it so hard
to bestow a hair of light...

They drain from pretty eyes,
the baggage with the tides...

It seems we’re staring at the same wall.
A blank sheet with all the ink in the world and...

As I lie here half forgotten
by the ones I used to know...