When stories are best kept on screenÂ
And the I told you so’s get repetitive to sayÂ
I will hold a candle in mourningÂ
For you and meÂ
In the chilling whispers of the night, Thoughts begin to race, take flight. I listen to my shallow breathing And…
Freedom. That elusive state of mind,Cherished much, different in kind,Sought after by the soul of man,Seeking, foolishly, in far off…
