Sometimes we fallWe run down the hill Instead of running up so farWe can be just like the leaves…
. . . my swordis of tears, unsheathedwithin the rubble of my eyes
In youth, we dream of the one we hope to findA soul to fill our hearts and soothe…
One-note, two-note, three-note, fourA fifth one so highIt cannot be ignoredWe strum to the echo of…
