The old man walks into my room He glances over my shoulder With a bleeding soul I write my song … More
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Time
He takes a big bite out of the sinking sands of time. Must be the time hungry timeless time … More
Hark Ye! Words of Motion!
Burning skin, soft tones speaking, Hark the soft whispering wind, in the land of the old dying king, The old … More
Story Of The Footloose 