A World of Glass Coming to Colour

When i unveil my bias mind and open
The beauty runs free for me to see.
Fighting inside to hold on to a burning rope,
But everyday you inspire me more
Everyday you free me more
Everyday you show me more.
Old visions bluster in the wind
Wrap around my neck and loosen the braid.

Skipping Track

I do
I will
I'm Trying
I'm Sorry..

I am
I will
I'm trying
I'm sorry..

I
Didnt
Try
I'm Sorry..

Time

I do
I will
I'm Trying
I'm here

Too Late

Let go