April 18, 2005

The Future is not the Past

April 18, 2005

the thoughts of hell, I’m running
with my hand in my mouth, I’m stumbling
a bleeding side, loving
helpless in the light, I’m crawling

a short distance between you and me
an easy reach to set me free

green grass and sweet breath, going
laying down my weapon, finding
with the love of him, walking
the future is not the past, living