The Maker Calls My Name

Words spinning by,Pendulium of time,Outside of your protection,All in the shade… Rejecting the ways.Falling apart,No water in the well,In my own hell,Eyes full of glaze. On the road neverending… Already dead,Walking asleep,Will I ever wake up,I am in too deep. Radiant heat,Comfort of love,Where did it come from,This pure white dove. Speaking to me… LikeContinue reading “The Maker Calls My Name”