We See the Secrets, We Know They Are Now

"Follow me tonight, I'll show you what it's like to be alive," Stone writes. "We bet it all on hopeless, and swim against the tide until our every bone is broken." A sinking ship is still a ship, look at its both the orbit till the crew is flew, goes nest and silent beneath the ocean,. We count upon that never stop, an anchor is just a coffin nail, waiting for that hammer drive. It holds you by the ankles till it pulls you to the anchor. Run, take it to the able, just live by my mother, Donald Stone.