as i lay on the path looking up at the stars hearing blurred noises reveberated in bars i never really knew, never really saw now i can see i pray for just one moment more
i write what i see and i write how i feel, i love writing poems with lust and with zeal i struggle to let out my emotions in words sometimes when i speak i feel im not heard
the streets were laid bare in the town that i rode in sweat drips from my brow, head feels like explodin 5 days on the plains bringin steer home to bear
is it bordering on insanity when i hear kids using profanity to such a vulgar extreme using words i wouldnt dream do they even understand what they say or even what the words mean
walking by the river with my baby by my side sitting on the beach watching sunset at low tide climbing snowy mountains together, just to pick some adelweiss
