Come to me, freelyWhat has she done?What has she done?Dreaming weakand sleeping steepA dream too vividand she must sleepI remember the nightwhen all dreams were of the fightI remember the nightwhen all dreams were meant to mean somethingA sleep of unwanted dreamsGet them out, and fight with meansShe sleeps until sunriseand soon, moments awayshe awakes, ripped apartDon't fightDon't fightDreaming deepSleeping steepUnwanted dreamsand I'm outFinally freeuntil you come againwhy do we fleerefuse to remainunknowingly stung by the beeShe awakesin darknesswith her mindfilled with hatefilled with lustand filled with bait
Not AvailableH-hello?Please just listen.Are you there?Pick up the phone...I know you're homeI know you're beaten upI am tooJust listen, okay?I just want the truthIt's all I've ever asked forH-hello?Oh, thought you picked up...too bad, I really wanted to say something special to you...something that nobody else should listen toSomething.... just between you and ISomething truthful this timeI promise it'll only take a secondI don't want to waste your time....please pick up the phoneJust this onceSo I can hear your beautiful voice, picture your beautiful eyes, picture your...The imperfection, I'm obsessedI'm no perfectionist, I'm imperfect myselfOh! Thank goodness you picked up.
Unknown.... unspokenThe most spoken words are said in silence. No man, or woman, will ever reject God's ability to judge those who speak the unspoken