Wrapped around the hopes and dreams.
Wallowing words, but make no promises.
What it means, only God knows.
Where its going or How its going?
Who knows? Who can tell? But they fell.
When its complicated, nothing makes sense.
Walkways leading to a past tense.
Waisting the ability to ask for more, accept less.
Warmness of the moment.Who left that door open?
Warriors of the strongest passion, someone has to lose.
Wrestle with the idea, create new conceptions.
Watching out for the next time to catch the train.
Water pouring,but there is no rain.
Who said a little bad can’t make you sane?