Does common sencebelong to thosewho are weakto the ghostswho slowly fadeas the ignorant onesstake their claimon the growing soulswho silantly screamat..
Is it notthe flickering shadowsof your thoughtsthat walk in the footstepsof your intentwhen your thinkingbecomes awarethat your reasoningis no longer ..
Do you hang your trustfrom the nearst treefor all to seewhile the faceless crows ripp compassionfrom your bonesas you swingfrom the rope of broken dre..
All will drop all may growor a fewwho want to knowhow to livea better way of theliveingthat we give todayto the oneswho hold our hand in trustthat we ..