</></> Today I spell rehabilitation: M-U-M,
They’re three little letters, but I love them.
Dream of the stars, for one day you'll be one.
Just remember who you are, and where you came from.
You're the product of an accident, we're all the same.
And I don't mean your parents, but from wence we came.
If I Sent You A Rose.
If I sent you a rose, would it see another day?
If I sent you a dove, would you let it fly away?
Another Day Gone By.
Another day gone by, and for what?
Just to inhale and exhale again and again?
A second of now is all you’ve got.
A second of hope, or a second of pain.
I can feel it, feel it inside me, crying to get out into reality.
It's been in my head now for so long it cant remember what it is anymore.
He lay in his bedroom, alone, dark, silent.
She walked in, closing the door behind her.