When faced with the choice to love or decieve, therein lies the path to the heroes and thieves.
I started to have faith and believe in people...
Then I woke up.
Ouch.
Some people live in a house on a hill
And they wish they were someplace else
There's nobody there when the evening is still
Secrets with no one to tell
And some I have known
Have a ship where they sleep
With sounds of rocks on the coast
They sail over oceans five fathoms deep
They can't find what they want the most
...
And some live in towns
Cardboard shack on concrete
All blustered, and bustling life
They search for the color
You can never quite see
Cause it's all white on white
How sweet it is to have my muse back. I love her so :)