Friday, January 16, 2009

:A half written song:Not even titled yet:I hope someone enjoys it:

Daughter with a porcelain face
Raise your skinny, little fist
Rosy cheeks to help you speak.
Your fragile frame is singing once again.

Bother in a daring place
Bring the potent elements
Follow me, the hollow me. (following the hollowing)
Open the blinds to your mind once again.