One Step At The Time
Small Progress Seems Futile
But Is As Valueable As Life
Im Engaged To Longing
With Sorrow As The Ring
Controlling Me, Denying Me

My Every Morning Is In Every Way
The Beginning Of A Recreation Day

Time Heals, But Still The Mourning Reigns
I Still Breathe When The Loss Reminds Me Again
I Am Here, Life Is Fear Sorrow Is All I Know
Am I In Dept cause So It Seems...But What Low
I DON'T KNOW
Devoured By Guilt And Cursed Beyond Control

My Every Morning Is In Every Way
The Beginning Of A Recreation Day