I'm losing my grip on this life It's not because I'm letting go It's all the blood on the line My hands are worn to the bone
The weathered man has the best insight He's been down the worst roads He's had to struggle and to fight Within him is the striving soul
Tears roll down my cheeks And I look towards the sky I hope the clouds will break So the rain will hide my struggling faith
I've got to die to live and then die again My body won't make it through this life This I know and this I hold true That when I lay down in the mud When I breathe out my soul I'll leave my decaying body For this decaying world
Happy New Year!
In 2009... May your days be many and your troubles be few. May all God's blessings descend upon you. May peace be within you may your heart be strong. May you find what you're seeking wherever you roam.
~ Kelly
Graphic Designer with a bachelor degree from Columbia College Chicago. My work consists of an equal amount of illustration and graphic design. As for now, that it my niche, but I am constantly looking to break my boundaries.
