Narrow daylight entered my room. Shining hours were brief. Winter is over. Summer is near. Are we stronger than we believe?. . I walked through halls of reputation.
An invitation came my way. Knowing it's dangerous to follow. That girl in her Sunday suit. Would have forbidden it. But since those days. I've changed my address.
I looked down at a sparkling band. And only saw my Mother's hand. The things I've earned. They never came too cheap. . But then the likeness only goes so deep.
The girl in the other room. She knows by now. There's something ain't know other fears. Now she wears this thread bare. She sits on the floor. The glass press tight to the wall.