There's not much of that, now, out here, where every form of solitude is flawed, Faithless.
If walls could talk they would be a point of reference to recount the true story of every human tragedy and joy. If walls could talk, they would show more sympathy and understanding because they can listen for a lifetime…
Hearts shed people throughout life- like broken angels crossing time- in the form of lovers and loved ones.
Feeling now only total defeatI cannot bear to face the lighta dark place in my mind is where I retreatonce I stood tall, with confidence and might.