] i'll stand under this beautiful tree i hope it doesn't break for nothings free this is the shadow that i'm not afraid of lightworker lightworker lightworker
: 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
: 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
: something catastrophic something more than what you think something i don't want if we ever find the sun to be beautiful again i wont want to go back
: Well give it up And slowly walk again and flow I see the mess you're trying to hide Then i dreamed he at the shore Hiding inside the village He wished
: something's happening because those mountains just confessed to me that they are the most beautiful thing though it might be conceited it's so true
: Do you hear his calls? his hurt his screams. and his pain?. The beginning in a loss. And momentum starts to gain. he will be reborn. From a word of
: I sit here with the greatest wonder ever thought up inside of my head inside of my head This wonder will someday be an answer to my ears, and no longer
: A tree with no leaves, clothed in wood cracks the vacant sky with its jagged paths its waiting and anticipating the moment when spring reveals itself
: Do you want to run Do you want to feel Do you want to perfect your graft My body is like a metaphor It's holding me back, I'm looking for more Like
: There's a boy who knows where he's going and knows where he's been why don't you know love why don't you know love there's a secret you know behind
: The feet beneath me. Carry creation. The hardest Part. The hardest part. The dreams in which I dream. Are the keys to my life. The feed into my mind
: To: The creator of the world, I would love to tell you that this ride of life is going smoothly. As a soft hand on flawless skin. I will write to
There's a boy who knows where he's going and knows where he's been why don't you know love why don't you know love there's a secret you know behind
To: The creator of the world, I would love to tell you that this ride of life is going smoothly. As a soft hand on flawless skin. I will write to change
something catastrophic something more than what you think something i don't want if we ever find the sun to be beautiful again i wont want to go back
A tree with no leaves, clothed in wood cracks the vacant sky with its jagged paths its waiting and anticipating the moment when spring reveals itself
