Author: | Timothy Cannon | ISBN: | 9781426933547 |
Publisher: | Trafford Publishing | Publication: | September 7, 2010 |
Imprint: | Trafford Publishing | Language: | English |
Author: | Timothy Cannon |
ISBN: | 9781426933547 |
Publisher: | Trafford Publishing |
Publication: | September 7, 2010 |
Imprint: | Trafford Publishing |
Language: | English |
Inquiries of the Dead Son is collection of songs and poetry that offers a glimpse into the life of the author. While he has experienced many ups and downs in his life, he wants to share his observations on his life and the people in it. The events that happen in our lives have the potential to make us feel alive and vulnerable at the same time. Inquiries of the Dead Son is an emotional journey that explores the feelings encountered along lifes bumpy road. A Path to a Kingdom I dont know where to go Im just a child with no home I have to fight this alone and my soul feels so cold Darkness always blankets my rose Apart and never felt a whole Promises, they get lost in old Opportunities are stops that are closed Im to be open to all roads These helpless hands only to fold The day I rest it will snow Answers the ground will know How much farther down is low When dads lye decomposed Only faith guides me through this storm I find resistance wherever I roam One day I will find my home She is a heaven of my own
Inquiries of the Dead Son is collection of songs and poetry that offers a glimpse into the life of the author. While he has experienced many ups and downs in his life, he wants to share his observations on his life and the people in it. The events that happen in our lives have the potential to make us feel alive and vulnerable at the same time. Inquiries of the Dead Son is an emotional journey that explores the feelings encountered along lifes bumpy road. A Path to a Kingdom I dont know where to go Im just a child with no home I have to fight this alone and my soul feels so cold Darkness always blankets my rose Apart and never felt a whole Promises, they get lost in old Opportunities are stops that are closed Im to be open to all roads These helpless hands only to fold The day I rest it will snow Answers the ground will know How much farther down is low When dads lye decomposed Only faith guides me through this storm I find resistance wherever I roam One day I will find my home She is a heaven of my own