there is only one sound,
the sound of rain dripping through my roof.
there is only one sound,
the sound of the ice cracking.
what did we have? oh i thought it was true.
i write these poems, so you dont know im talking about you..


my socks are drenched, my pockets are empty, and my thoughts smell of love.
these are the tales of a man.


i hide my emotions, but i don't hide whats important to me.
upon this road, i shall rejoice with those who rejoice and weep with those who weep.
get off your knees, get off your knees.
i will always be there, to be the confusion in you heart.
i will hold you no longer, get off your knees.
these. these are the trees of my life.
be the birth.
be the death.
only with broken wings, shall you pass.