it's that
"sort of a day"

the alleys are full of
our decaying dreams

and our Broken Trust
and

Empty Faith

--

scorning god as we
scorn the weak

--

as

"i love you" s
fall

(as we fall)

--

we fall from eachother
as we fall
from grace

--

all hearts  are alone

still

they beat as one

in tune to the One Breath
and
its
song

(always true
always strong)

--

we
remain

in the alleys
as

we turn into  Lovely Pictures

and

the World

--

it's that  

"sort of a day"

only doin

what must be done