I close my eyes, I see a staircase
Leading upwards into blank space
All of creation makes a sound too soft to hear
Monday, November 17, 2008
M. Ward
We are tireless fighters
But we cannot make it on our own
We are bareback riders
We are lost on our way back home
But we cannot make it on our own
We are bareback riders
We are lost on our way back home
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
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