Aug 07, 2005 16:47
There has to be a beginning somewhere
The cold entrance to this damp world
All innocence washed away only to be replaced with a cold heart
The fear of relationships-no, the fear of trust.
The fear of faith
People traveling from next to next
Where will our ventures take us?
Have we all become so cold we would prefer to have half a heart?
Cut off- we all know we are at a dead end.