easy timed tones, like bells in the steeple
calling me home. Calling me to forgive my sins. The same for every soul
but my feet do hold and they grow roots. I will not go. I will not go.
center me to the place I been.
in the dark, alone, where no ones home.
in the dark, alone, where no one’s home. … More
(a song of sorts) Don’t tell me what to do. I can tell myself just fine. you think I am giving you attitude. but all I hear are lies… Get it get it? Good Get it, Get it? Good Don’t tell me what to do. I can hear myself just fine. You want my gratitude. … More GOOD
it’s a brush against my skin in the dark a bell rings and no hand is there to ring it and I wonder, is it you? is it you trying reach across the divide is it you that passes by gently touching to remind me that you stroll in the splendor while I walk in … More YOU?
INTO THIS DEEP 