Times of Grace

Words only lead me to the cracks in my disguise. My flesh a prison for the man behind these eyes. I sing the epitaph for an unnamed king. Carved in this tombstone all the lost pieces of me. How far is the distance between you and I? How long before t

At the end of your rope Hanging by a thread He'd give anything for this to just go away This grip is only so strong I try to hold on tightly But it's all slipping through my fingers And I feel a moment, aspirations betray Eyes that once beamed with h

Crushed by the weight of your sorrow there is nowhere left Trying to fight the might in the darkness and weaken all love But it's hidden from your face Seeking to find the path you should follow Breathe in peace Surrender yourself to the hopes of tom