i sang in my head,to be remembered,for what i gave and gotand tales to be toldof what i saw and soughtand hoped to be spoke abouthow i loved and laugh..
We haven't spoke ,yet you're eyes speak a language,a language that people speak when they are being pulledtogether by a invisible string of fate,alway..
"you dont ask a lost man for direction", I said,The answer i was hit with?"Yeah maybe you don't; but if you do ask,maybe he'll tell you which way you ..