And there were she lays her head I always find my self wishing her again and again, good luck.
I alone in this world with dirt on my bones beyond weakness seemed strong by the comfort of art.
There will be others and all to be seemingly different thought the one is the one. Streets, people and
songs. Taxes, frustrations and unwilling sadness. Always a way and a day to go by, from giving to
receiving for believing in the dart. Battles fought on my head while I gently smile to all, kindly. A
way to be me. Just another way to be me.