Sing |
Mocking bird do sing to this melancholy tune, ashes to ashes city trees will burn away , tra la as we skip down this scorching cement, wishing for shadows cast to ease our tender souls, but the mockin...
Posted by DIRT BABY on Thu, 20 Mar 2008 10:15:00 PST |
Facing the Facts |
Dust collecting eyelids remain oblivious to this, that’s right turn your backs on this not so easily forgoten. But it will still be there haunting vividly and you’ll recognize as you break...
Posted by DIRT BABY on Fri, 14 Mar 2008 07:55:00 PST |
WAR |
I was born in a generation full of hate spreading across the nation, yes we’ve been terrorized but we close our eyes when we do unto others what the’ve done unto us. is that just?
Here&rsq...
Posted by DIRT BABY on Tue, 25 Dec 2007 02:17:00 PST |
