Owner of a lonely heart, much better than a owner of a broken heart....

Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Then I'll hide
Cause I'll never
Never sleep alone

Last night I dreamt I was lying on a couch beside my Dad, holding a baby. The baby was so small, I was afraid of breaking it. I kept checking if it was breathing; pressing my head against his paper-thin chest and feeling the rise and fall of his weak breath. He had black hair and he came from out of nowhere. I felt protective.





My tears form a river and I float towards home.

Words don't come easy. Take my hand before I leave.