Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Remember when the scenery started fading;
I held you ‘til you learned to walk on air.
So don’t look down, the ground is gone,
there’s no one waving anyway.
The smokey life is practiced

Saturday, June 03, 2006

I know you need your sleep now,
I know your life's been hard.
But many men are falling,
where you promised to stand guard.
(Sorry, I don't remember its LINK)