Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.
'cause you dance in my head,
in my heart,
in my everything
you belong
“if you need some transportation from a world of tribulation, tell me your destination; i’ll be your ride. if you’re out of inspiration, all you feel is desperation; consider this your invitation; i’ll be your ride…”
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map