Dreams

Lowing heart to words
Trusting to rest
Learning to piece
Step of this step
Like going up and sugar

I'm not at the hill in the desert
The sky and the falling down into the sore
And in the morning sun

I'm lending
The piece of my story
Through all the charm light
The stars were branded

Touring on a [?]
Digging on regrets
Every myself
From the day of yesterday
I'm souring on a [?]
Who's got it all like lay
Every myself
From the day of yesterday

Well, that's fourteen turned
But I remained
Silent and seeking
Well, that's fourteen burned
Meant to ground slowing

I'm not at the hills in the desert
The sky and the falling down into the sore
They comes, the morning sun

I'm lending
The piece of my story
Through all the charm light
The stars were branded

Touring on a [?]
Digging on regrets
Every myself
From the day of yesterday
I'm souring on a [?]
Who's got it all like lay
Every myself
From the day of yesterday