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I've been standing outside your memory, looking in... I've been looking for meaning, finding none,Crying inside my heart, always holding back... I've ..
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Abby Green woke in a cold sweat. Her
face and chest soaked in the horror of the nightmare still clinging
to her. The images etched into her mind, ..
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It doesn't matter what I say
you never understood that part of me
I don't know how I got here
I just stop living.
I just stopped caring.
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Lay open your propitious soul..
bare witness to grief's penitence
bring forth the suckle of forgiveness
that hope may flourish in the morrow.
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Fleeting memories pass by
like flashes of light on a window pane.
Frolicking in the whimsical jest of
notions,
long past but still retain..
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Green, grows the grasshigh along the mountainsidethere among the heather, and wild thymewhere love bloomed, and love died.She held her innocence neara..
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Words fall silenton deafened earswhisked away on a changing windbroken promises full of tearsfallen grace from faultless sin.Goodbye to you my lovera ..
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it sure feels cold in here today
alone, hidden behind these disowned
walls
forgotten... forgotten
always wishing, hoping someone would
call
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Like a ghost long given life
fighting each shallow breath in err
hollowed, harried, and haunted
love will never satisfy the emptiness
in her
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God grant me strength
rouse vigorously
this vessel of clay
bolster this enervated soul
that I might rise
yet another day.
Give me mortal ..
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