Trust tine  words that are written
question  lines

Flames are turning

Finding the sounds of times

Ever  wild of winning

Down in  rail of deep

Sleep is calling

Wilderness we keep

Love often is weathered  storm

Call from  rafters

All most be done

Silver comes in  coin of old

Purchase heartache

With  trinkets of gold

Cup of hate runs over

Into  valley deep

Sleep is a burden

Wild is  sunder we keep

Timid marks weathered liens

Fine is answer to all  worry

Flowers come early

Lilies of white

Hearts bleeding into eternal night

Little  willing are taking

Mortem table holds

Find a moment

Find one to hold

Drink your fill of daydreams

Skip to  sound

Love is a passion

Music the round

Every star blinks on true

Love in the love

View in the view

Grasses green remembers

Tall  wine

Kiss of truth

Bends young minds

Lean if your able to the west side of belief

Crumble all  doctrine

Burn in  fire of this street

Trance of a passion

Eyes reach and hold

Bold interaction lost to  lines that fold

Fingers touch my heart

Start  beating

Let us never part

Water runs freely

As  day begins

Trees of hope

Over up buds and new limbs

Come into living

Cone into time

Dance in giving

Take and please vine

About me a leader takes place

Face of  mother

Lends his heart of grace

Children come to see

Voices ending free

Jump in  trail of lies

Kiss all  young girls

Swim happy in

Valley of likes

Children keep perfect rhyme

Beer cans falling

It is time

Do you know water

Watch as it falls

Into he valley of learning

Something every one knows

Trouble makes a perfect match

Love is graced with knowing

Where it is at

Alleys and windows

Lead us in  wane

of dreamers stop

of  game

Trust tine  words that are written
question  lines

trains are turning

Finding the sounds of  times

Ever  wind of winning

Down in  rail of deep

Sleep is calling

Wilderness

we keep

I am the weaver

Cap onto sun

Drifter of living

Living with some on a run

Pagan stifle a sound

Church of blessing

Bells ring with

Pride a bound

Want is  need of hunger

for food and soul

Each soup line

Has no place to go

Fingers intertwine with mine

Walking in hells kitchen

Hunger is all that we find

Trust in  music

Listen to  whine

Seek a guidance

Beg for a sign

Comfort in places we been

Edge of living

Starts at beginning

of end

Come into a pool

Filled to the brim

Come in to in

Trust in faith and  heal

Love  world

Watch how it kills

Spring robin on sill

Lover of love

Lover of sunshine

Traveling hill to hill

Cast upon the rock shadow of fame

Flood lights die

Few remember who to blame

Trust tine  words that are written
question  lines

Manes are turning

Finding  sounds of times

Ever the wild of winning

Down in the rail of deep

Sleep is calling

Wilderness we keep

Crew of  least ship set to sail

Bail out heartache

Pull at eternity’s sails

Last on a shoulder

Angel and devil will

Right or left of still

cusp of a tear falls down

round the camp fire

dreary  sound

from  grapes of wrath

soldiers of dying

where its at

linger my darling

spill forth  tale

love has no ending

only  weak fail