To all who wander, life is their stringer//Each one to their own way
Gilded Stringer
The Wood of Your Many Thoughts
You wander fresh roads... And behind you, the woods grow again and again
Misplaced Dreams
The small raindrops on fallen leaves know what it is to have misplaced dreams...
Humming Along
Here I am, aimlessly humming along...
Future Memories
It feels like just yesterday, this day that's yet to be...
[We] May Never Meet
Murmur and vim, fervor and whim...
Lost
Lost is more of a mindset than a place...
Road to Gilead
I could use a gentle rain as I walk the road to Gilead...
Yours to Save
Childlike eyes unto the grave...
December Rose 