Hear Anything?
Probably Not Yet.
See Anything?
Only The Dim Flickers.
If Candle Light Will Comfort
Then You’ll Be Safe
For The Winter.
I Finally
Saw The Sun
This Morning
Illusive Basturd
That He Is
But The Roads Aren’t
Clear Yet
And Neither Is My Head.
Words Don’t Come
Easy
And I Find Myself
Lost
In The Deep Winter
That Hurts
My Spirit
And Dulls The
Light
And
Hope