Album: Bless the Martyr and Kiss the Child
It feels so good up to my skin
One more mile and it is sinking in
I have tried to make mine a tree
And not have so much of me
God has stolen my heart
So I will write it down
I consume myself with invisible things
Escape congradulations
This is my escape
A pen and book and if the world can see what I got
And then lets all have a good look
A fortunate one