They pray over petals, "she loves me, she loves me not..."
Pray Over Petals
Made to be Trees
Remember some seeds weren't made to be trees...
Still Looking West
When all my metaphor has been undressed, you'll still find me looking west
A Hopeful Breath
This is a street I could fall in love on, where everyone's eyes reflect the stringed lights. Cobbles hold the weight of it all - the hearts and the hopes of what could and might.
I Pray the Sun Will Rise
For now, my heart will sleep as I pray the Lord my soul to keep, should I die before I wake, let it be for another rain's sake
December Rose 