Good night, my friend, and tell me where are you going again?
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 →
