For every shadow, no matter how deep, is threatened by morning light.
we could slip away wouldn’t that be better? | me with nothing to say | and you in your autumn sweater
What a fellowship, what a joy divine | Leaning on the everlasting arms | What a blessedness, what a peace is mine | Leaning on the everlasting arms.
I hope life on Earth is everything you remember it to be.
in your chest a soul. oh what a soul.
Fading flowers in her hair | She’s suffering from wear and tear | She lies in waterfalls of dreams | And never questions what it means.
Why did they make birds so delicate and fine as those sea swallows when the ocean can be so cruel?
La vida es como la espuma, por eso hay que darse como el mar