Be stilled by a mouth of prayers
As I sing my blues away
Hearing your sighs of brokenness
I lay dead on these runaway thoughts
Choosing on forever's dream
And drinking the 'eyes' of 'whys'
Reasons I call subdued
By the colors of her runaway thoughts
Stilled by a foaming mouth of the sea
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 1:47 AM UTC
Be stilled by a mouth of prayers
As I sing my blues away
Hearing your sighs of brokenness
I lay dead on these runaway thoughts
Choosing on forever's dream
And drinking the 'eyes' of 'whys'
Reasons I call subdued
By the colors of her runaway thoughts
Stilled by a foaming mouth of the sea
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