Bed Of Dry Roses
So yesterday she came clean and told me she was leaving, She said she was more of a shadow than a keeper,
Budding Poets
Where Words Find Their Wings
I'm Still Your Son
Chris: Ma, Pa,
She Stands Proud
She stands proud like the world is hers,And right, its hers, and she takes her stand,
Shadowed
He knows the paths of town and dark alleys alike, He has seen as much as the night lights allowed,
Aoko
She comes home after the sun kisses the sea, She sells millet at the market - she sells it all, everyday,
I Put My Phone Down
(With Audio) Its not worth it, sick of being sick when not online,
Why Should I?
Why should I? I wont.
I'll Pen No More
Tired of putting words on paper, Writing of realities of life I dread meeting ahead,
I'm Not A Hero
I am not a Hero I'm ashamed to face my daughter,
I'll Have My Last Laugh
I'm just the gate guy sir, I know you but you pretend I don't exist,
I Met Dad
So yesterday I met my dad, Not like we don't see eye to eye,
Ma Tell This To Pa
Ma, tell this to Pa, His ears no longer listen to my words,