Life is like unfinished film Like actors we change our faces Playing our parts is not so easy Under such circumstances I can't say I know myself But
The past is prophetic; Some days I am poetic. Some days I know the rules, some days I play with them. I am the orchard and the tree; I am my own worst
You were the coal she was the fire that warmed your skin and all within memories to hold her trembling fingers held all they'd known as she went on oh