when you nothing bianis screaming at the corn raise no question but it is soar would it ever come to mind that if you rise above the highest tree falling
crack the cover of any book, and begin to pathfind though-out, the life, of the story ... and you will find, that its ... written by an author of life
As i begin to write this i am fortunate to know which direction i will be going and as i come to the conclusion that I will forever see light i know as
as a flower, eases its way through the sidewalk, i see it ... its color, possesses the town, creating all the by-standers, to frown ... as i walk up
The timing was wrong, but sharp on the mark, breaking occured long ago. This Day is batterd, cold and shattered, in the midst of feelings i feel nothing
caught in a battle where we will always lose its everyman for them self u cant control your life u cant choose i wont budge its a new day a new sunset
i see why its so hard to see through a shattered dream, or see myself in my own well being ... i see why its so hard for you to see, through this broken
you're home now and i cant imagine what its like to enter a stone wall building knowing you'll wake up different waking up with a new way of life isn'
set free everything you need to let go when we speak we breathe when we breathe we feel allow me and watch me lay my thought down right here right now
Can I sail far across the seas? Will you let me do as I please? If I could do this again, would I even go? Would I even, would I go? I have this ocean
as a flower eases its way from the sidewalks i see it its color possesses the town creating all the by-standers to frown and they don't know the significance
I will explain like and ancient myth, only for the interested. I will explain like and ancient myth, only for the interested listener. I will respect
break! you are indeed the one i do not look for, my everlasting moment ive wished for, has not come true. are you dying or is it the pain i endure,
Do you want to ride? Do you want to feel? Do you want to perfect your craft? My body is like a metaphor. It's holding me back, I'm looking for more.
Översättning: Gårdagens Rising. Jag har turen att veta.
Översättning: Gårdagens Rising. Min kropp är som en metafor.
Översättning: Gårdagens Rising. Wwswb (När vi talar, vi andas).
: I will explain like and ancient myth, only for the interested. I will explain like and ancient myth, only for the interested listener. I will respect
