Through the Haze...

[Demian]

Still in Disbelief
This is the World in
Which we Live

Your God iz not
my god
But my Search iz not here
to send you to
Your Maker

Wut would it take
to see the Homeless?
Wut would it take
to Pull us Together?

Millions of Dollars
across Less caloused Hands
With fingers itchy upon the Trigger...

In disbelief
Your god
Is the one revealed through You

 

[Demian]

Sweethearts Forever Gone

A bus bench
The middle of the Night
and Lost without You
I'll find you yet

These are Dreams
Never sold
How did I ever fine you here?
I brush your hair from your brow
As you sleep

Who could I ever be
Without you?

These days of Dreams
and Letdowns
But the Sun will Rise
Again

My locks
Who could I ever be
Without You