Quite little bodies sleeping in heaven, waking me up and forgiving the past like we should. The sky scape drowning in dusk, uplifting the souls fading around the town. Even at night I feel a presence, sometimes laying besides me when I'm finding it hard to drift away. I can't tell the way the wind blows, but it blows outside the windows and it's unforgiving, reckless, and damaging the peace.

Inside a place we're trapt. Staying in and living for another breath. I miss the rides of summer winds when she drove me home. I was drunk part of the time, He was lonely most of it. Looking back, feeling the wrath of heat and lake air, He wanted nothing more than to understand what the rest of the world needs. But at 19, your more tender than you were 10 year prior.