Who is it that sighs? Who is it that lies? Who is it that cries? Who is it that dies?   It can't be he. It can't be she. It can't be thee. It can't be me.   Attached to a self image. All blind to the view. That we are...

I’m not asking you to kiss me, nor apologize to me when I think you’re wrong. I won’t ask you to hug me when I need it most. I don’t ask you to tell me how wonderful I am,...

Mourning air whispering over me You were all mine seven months ago I was denied entry Zion Will I see you again? Each day of mine is closing without light Where will I rest my head for my eternity?