The moon is blood red No cloud dared to cover it... Andromeda cries.
Deep inside I feel regret For living a life of so much neglect. I walked…I talked…I joined a race But so close to the finish line, I fell flat on my face….
I accepted the lies Ran away from the truth... And like a lost fire fly I chase after my youth.
Nothing else provides a better example of a missed shot than the story of Adam and Eve from the Book of Genesis
Alone in my bed... A day after Valentine’s... Sober and broken. Leaves all dried up The wind is chasing my soul There is no more hope.
I am still mourning The painful defeat and loss There is no love here....