Relations of Silence
de Anchor
Running out of words. writers' block. running out of reasons. these tired eyes seek a place to rest from the downfalls they've witnessed. i fought sorrow with these beaten fists. i've come to learn time won't heal a thing. i've cursed the skies, i've cursed the sun, for it's been burning me alive. let the skies open up so the rain can remind me of who i am. let the sound of the earth drain the outside world and give shelter to my mind.
Más canciones de Anchor
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Burdens
The Quiet Dance
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CARA DE SANTA
CARA DE SANTA
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Finding Home
The Quiet Dance
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It Kills You To Know
The Quiet Dance
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Losses
The Quiet Dance
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Open Letter
The Quiet Dance
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Perspective
The Quiet Dance
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Preying On the Weak
The Quiet Dance
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Remember Me
Remember Me
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The Insight
Recovery
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Viewer/Sender
The Quiet Dance
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Wilma
The Quiet Dance