I could use a gentle rain as I walk the road to Gilead...
Road to Gilead
Things Tend to Hide
The end of the road is not visible from here...
This is My Path
This is my wont, this is my path...
Again.
Good night, my friend, and tell me where are you going again?
One Road
There must come a point when I might become my own.
How Would You Know
How would you ever know unless you first trod the path, back and forth.
On the Backs of Vagabonds
The air I breathe is stifling me I swear I'll run away when I've got all I need to pave The safe road, brick by brick, stone by stone And then I realize the ground ends at the sky So I'll affix some wings and catch the warm breeze in spring But for now in... Continue Reading →
