from the house of fallen rain,
between the midst of scattered dust,
in bettwen relaitys of faded gardens....
I start a journey, i never knew i would take...
knowing my luck in relationships and matters of heart
Words can be loud,
Expressions speak wild,
fate dusted on me,
is the road i can only take.
the joy and spring of surprise,
holding your future in your hand,
his eyes feeding you,
and trying to complete you,
in years to come.
Have been the victory of defeats,
the shades of shadow,
How I saw them differently.
Where am I now,
has been the relationship between my past,
and my fists with the future.
I can only look back,
and smile as if there ....
Never existed an Immanuel
And Look forward,
and gamble on,
the canvas....
where the new picture would be ......
