violent wind beat
against our little home
the breath of your god
toys now lie strewn across the littered landscape
innocence not recovered
maimed children run without stopping from the carnage of the tempest
you conjured the wind
young men bear the scars of your addiction
violent wind beat
against our little home
the breath of your god
toys now lie strewn across the littered landscape
innocence not recovered
maimed children run without stopping from the carnage of the tempest
you conjured the wind
young men bear the scars of your addiction
rock and a hard place
devil and the deep blue sea
straight betwixt two
To be or not to be
back against the wall
energy all but drained
moments like hours
body racked with pain
love of my life
your face is all I see
should I continue treatments?
To be or not to be
rock and a hard place
devil and the deep blue sea
straight betwixt two
To be or not to be
back against the wall
energy all but drained
moments like hours
body racked with pain
love of my life
your face is all I see
should I continue treatments?
To be or not to be
lips by passion drawn together
veils of hidden shame discarded
touching cords of melodic ecstasy
familiar symphony I never tire
hearing notes I love to play
till delight sounds forth in powerful crescendo
touching my soul in places known, in places known
lips by passion drawn together
veils of hidden shame discarded
touching cords of melodic ecstasy
familiar symphony I never tire
hearing notes I love to play
till delight sounds forth in powerful crescendo
touching my soul in places known, in places known