find me here speak to me i want to feel you i need to hear you you are the light that
"Prowls of a Lion"
Pardon my attempts at being slightly poetic. Since my inevitable downfall, I've lost more than enough.
His nagging and self-righteous ways are tearing my individual mind apart. Like this, he roars in a gingerly voice, like them. Then he paws and pushes and aggravates and twists his little finger to move my puppet strings while I vainly struggle to overcome his professional untruths.
But in the end, I know I've already lost.
you calm the storms and you give me rest you hold me in your hands you won't let