Friday, August 19, 2011
Growing dark in the sun the things we've done, smile down knowing we are caught with now mercy to be bought. They cradle us tight drowning out our fight. Whats left isn't us just some little child they can trust. Filling us with fear but safe if they are near. Its loss that's lost held safe at any cost. Narrow on the path dreams only gaff. Let me be someone I ill call me.