Through the long lost days of past
For the rest of my days until the last...

I'm a book with pages yet to be read,
For my cover does at it says...

If I have fallen from the sky,
My peace still lay above me in...

When the heart yearns, shall it not, in attempt...

How I wish that I could fly,
Into the sky...

Though I reached out for her hand,
I couldn't find her touch...

I walk a thin line, but where will it lead?
My life will show me the way...

Why do I feel I cannot live,
Without all life has to give...

Control is...
The ability to make things how you wish for them...

This love is so indescribable that words cannot...
How fully I've become entangled in it's subtle...

How far will we let this go,
Just to see it slip away...

We spend all our lives looking for the very thing...