In every shadow darkness waits and the fear is like a jail.
Inside his own shadow unafraid, when you tempted fate; almost got what you asked for.
Footsteps bled the seeds of growth, carefully carved into hillsides where none had been before.
The blood from the souls from so many toes, runs down into the river, forming portals.
Opening into everything, reaching for the feel of creating in the boundaries of other souls' experience.
The uniqueness of one voice can heal your tired feet, listening carefully for the sounds of footsteps.
Ruthless abandon still remains within my being of desire.
Hind sight means as much as a dogs tooth.
-Ed Tajchman
Inside his own shadow unafraid, when you tempted fate; almost got what you asked for.
Footsteps bled the seeds of growth, carefully carved into hillsides where none had been before.
The blood from the souls from so many toes, runs down into the river, forming portals.
Opening into everything, reaching for the feel of creating in the boundaries of other souls' experience.
The uniqueness of one voice can heal your tired feet, listening carefully for the sounds of footsteps.
Ruthless abandon still remains within my being of desire.
Hind sight means as much as a dogs tooth.
-Ed Tajchman
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