Can you hear me in the quiet of dawn,

when the world is barely awake.

Can you hear me in the hush of your heart,

when the noise of the day has died,

when the echoes of laughter fade to the past,

and we’re left with the thoughts we hide?

Can you hear me when you run away from your problems and all the things you never said.

Can you hear me, when the echoes of raindrops

fall on the cold, hard gr...

It’s impossiblely ugly this sweater, but I wear it each week, no matter the weather.

Green on the left, yellow to the right, with a big red center it must look a fright.

It’s baggy and lose, and not well fitted, but you said you liked it once and that I remember.

This sweater on my body, once ugly I swear, now feels warmer, and more comfortable to share.

As I walk down the street, my chest fe...

All in a golden afternoon, under the skies of endless blue, I start to see clouds of grey and gloom, rains drops fall, bloop, bloop, bloop, as the puddles begin to form, my skies of blue are no more, the golden rays that once was warm, washed away by a summers storm....