its been had to think about.... the rain falls like a shadow about to take over. The night i had thought to creat. A picture so sound so true. I dont see the light, yet to my heart i must be true. I am not the same as you knew. I dont know how to be. The heart will beak for it is glass. It falls to the floor like a paper dall at the foot of a fallen child. The blood of the earth shall i seek. Never more shall i trun from the oats i have given to the dreams of my mind. i will grasp at my dreams to have what i want and what i need.
