The story of her

In the court yard use to sing as loud as she could locked away here she’s been quite lovely and good but no one listens now she’s lost her voice she had no choice if you sing loud and clear someone passing by will surely hear you no you can’t be afraid if you ever…

Thinking of you

You are the hole in my head You are the space in my bed You are the silence in between What I thought and what I said You are the night time fear You are the morning when it’s clear When it’s over you’re the start You’re my head, you’re my heart No light, no…