I miss you like the flower misses the sun in the night-time like a parched throat misses water like a nocturnal animal misses the dark I remember you like a person remembers a first kiss
To fall from Grace, isn't hard to do. Once mis-step and clouds give way from you. Fallen Angel, once so adored, Now finds themself at Hell's door. Their wings are clipped,
One day a fluffy little bunny called Doubt was hopping down a city side walk. Hop hop went the little fuzzy cute widdle bunny.
I had stopped trying I had forgotten I felt lost Pessimism gripped me. I had fallen for a wasnt in a long ago. I thought I'd never fall again I stopped trying. I used to smile more