C.M.

This world gets tired again, my soul it does seek asylum. My mind it starves for her eyes and seeks to define them. Quite the journey it has been watching her walk in and out of my presence now and again all the while my heart is devout. I’ve written song after song since first…

Sustaining

Gravity holds me down while my mind flies away. To a different time and a whole clean new place. Try to see these words now please try to understand I seek no fame or grandeur only emotions so I can stand. The wrenching takes hold as I grip the bars of reality could you please…