Lyrics In Progress
An angel with broken wings
Couldn't make me cry
A criminal with no more dreams
Couldn't make me die
I'm already dead
A piece of art is in the hall
Hanging up upon the wall
You can hear the cries
Sayin damnit don't you die
The Importance of Wind
He who burns bridges lives on small islands.
He who cuts corners leaves holes in his sail.
He who leaves behind gets left behind.