Every day of every year you live your life in hope and fear,. that each small sin and imperfection is buried deep beyond detection.. But one by one the ghosts return, and each selects its place to burn,.
I would lie awake and cry at night. That was then, this is now. I had an anger that was strong enough. And I would face the things, I run from now. And everything we did was wonderful.
The way you moved. I can't explain. The mood subsides. And grows again. I've lived alone. I've held a hand. I've tried to care. And understand. . What is faith.
And all the order in our lives left some time ago. Along the way. . We are the ones who never cry. Like we don't care, today. . Me at home and you out there.
This is the room. This is the wall. This is the body. I've been hoping for. These are the words. I've been longing just to say. . So this is my goal. The aim of my life.