I wake up to the sound of rain upon my sill Pick up the pieces of my yesterday old thrill Can I deliver this used up shiver To how I pronounce my life And I leave it up to faith to go by its own will
Back row to the left, a little to the side Slightly out of the place Look beyond the light, where you'd least expect There's someone special
Jayce Reinhardt · Sat Aug 28, 2010 @ 03:01am · 0 Comments |