As vast as the clear skies yet, there’s always clouds above I write them cause there’s always a cause so we sink back down and read the age of progress, the process of redeeming ourselves, throughout the years I’ve done what I can But time has taken my soul but my soul, bleeds no more
They say, “J, you really seem to write it so well, you never show your sadness, but, you always write us rain.”
If there’s no ending to beginnings then I know, we’re not the same