my father's music mix

[witness_light]

this is not as poetic as i'd like

::yet i wonder still i wonder who stopped the rain::

but do we not make our own legends ,

the neon glow braided into childhood

wide eyes , glowing hands

the sad sweet songs of a flawed world

::i'm sure that i could be a movie star if i could get out of this place::

the language i grow into will carry this taint ,

this dance , this beautiful ache

::is there someone out there , hello ?::