in sweet orbits of sweet tears
cascading on your cheeks,
we all face the mirror.
cascading on your cheeks,
we all face the mirror.
the warmth of the fathers arm on shoulder
head buried into the crook of neck
eyes closed, to never see,
how i miss those things.
head buried into the crook of neck
eyes closed, to never see,
how i miss those things.
moss grows,
slowly as we turn to leave
when we are solo,
facing up to things.
slowly as we turn to leave
when we are solo,
facing up to things.
the roses bloom in silence,
unmoved by time
i lay beside you on the green side,
turn up to face the sky.
unmoved by time
i lay beside you on the green side,
turn up to face the sky.
when i speak, do you hear,
do you feel?
do you feel?
are we close enough to see?
i think of the meadow grass’s glow
imagine life to come,
solo and facing up to things.
imagine life to come,
solo and facing up to things.