you went back to what you knew so far removed from all that we went through and I tread a troubled track my odds are stacked
If it’s not real, you can’t hold it in your hands; you can’t feel it with your heart - and I won’t believe it. But if it’s true, you can see it with your eyes - or even in the dark. And that’s where I want to be.
dance begins in the heart and is laid out by the soul and carried through the spirit -Storm