Friday, March 10, 2006

i am tired. very very tired. tired with life tired with my family tired with church tired with school. i miss so much and i feel so empty.

We were drawn from the weeds
We were brave like soldiers
Falling down under the pale moonlight
You were holding to me
Like someone broken
And I couldn't tell you, but I'm telling you now

We would stand in the wind
We were free like water Flowing down
Under the warmth of the sun
Now it's cold and we're scared
And we've both been shaken
Look at us man,this doesn't need to be the end