Spirits of bad

In my studies traveling from city to city breeds the urge to be alone. A vulnerable soul who loves the music so is at risk. 

It is in my opinion the family will keep us from wanting the ultimate goal. 
Therefore. I'm not touring anymore. 
Love life take care of your children. 
Amen

Comments

  • ShynerShyner Posts: 931
    No longer painting blue skies
    No way can the ocean
    Darken the light
    I'm out of time
    Painting pictures of still life
    No more looking up
    Darken the light
    I'm out of rhymes
    Over the romantic death
    It's all messed with
    Thoughts in my head
    Burden whistling birds
    Out in the cold
    Remembering time
    A mother's hold
    Clamped around your neck
    I will remember this time
    Withering in your powerful hands
  • ShynerShyner Posts: 931
    My soul
    Will find a way
    To the trees
    To the breeze
    To be alone
    To set her free
    I will be
    Eternally
    Hers
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