No Power Like Change I can't lookup anymore, to watch you grow old, I'm trapped in the footsteps of the stories you've told. I defended your ways, even on your bad days. But now what you paved, has faded away. If I were to try I could pave my own way, but yours worked out, so I'll use it again and again and again...
The Meeting I'm still lost in all the silence and images of us as we dance, blurry figures flair beside us and I fall deeper in this darkness. But now I have lost you, and my heartbeat stops too, but just like I promised you, I will never leave you. William Thomas Cain. August 2010