Aug 29, 2004 21:08
All of these times
And all of these lives
I find myself crying inside.
It's time...
To be free again.
Half coming down
but always high
Releasing all that's in my mind.
Silence...
Is better sometimes.
Pouring on the innocence
No, it's not coincidence
It's coming soon, the only truth
This may not be for you.
Running with Rhyme
Dancing with Time
Don't worry my child
All will be fine
Come sunrise...
Just keep breathin'.
-Anna Thompson-