i strugglei staggeri stumble traces of me trailing behind mebruised and battered…
falling in graceat your unseen visage
take meas I amfind me enoughthe way I do you
Can Idrag my nailsdown your backsoft circlesDown and back
There are no answers to the liesare there reasons to the why’s On our gut we must relyfor thought so friends are truly spies
Fear of trust is easily spread but a must in our livesfor moving ahead.Something essential that fear just kept dead.
Come to me in gilded lightGolden strands that shiftwith sparks