Guide me through the darkest nightshow me pathways with your lightshout to tell me I'm off coursethough your voice may end up hoarseWill you give up? ..
Should I....I struggle to write now those poems not deepsomething shallow and empty that won't make you weepam I too intense maybe over the topI've no..
At long Mynd every tenth year you will seea Fox and a Falcon together and freehunting and running and flying as oneevery tenth year till this world is..
Hush My SweetHush my sweet lie still under my cloakyour wounds are grave and deepnot destined to whiten and scarbut I will help you do not weeplie lik..