Once we were told about a story named '' life of shooting stars'' We were told about the story late And we went quiet that summer night Once upon a time, a dazzle in the gleaming sky Across the vault it swept, from far off and it died Stars are burning, bright above us Stars are falling, thin lines and into dust You might catch one on the...Learn More

I just don't want to stand up I'm in no shape for work now I think I need a minute To heave my thoughts and then I'll go Been dreaming for decades My rights from the wrong I'm trying hard to keep up I'm trying hard to hold on I'm trying hard to get by Sometimes it's good to write things down Been writing for decades I kept writing on Anger...Learn More