“Great love and great achievements involve great risk”
How you always talk of catching me, but never open up your hands.
I’m not listening for the right words anymore.
..like the blue sky, right before the rain comes crashing through…
I could be happy if I take control, but I’m out of control trying to make believe I’m happy..
What am I but my mind?
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map