M O R E


What do you want more of?

Is it already yours?


I once found a dog on the street and took him home
I named him Street Dog
And by home I mean I took him to a different street

A man once found me and took me to his home
He named me Poor Girl
And by home I mean a tent at the park

A woman once found a man hiding in her home
She named him Lover
And by home I mean her heart


Experience is a bird chained to a memories roar
After running in Surrender and falling in Rust
A lion unfolds hidden wings of Love
Beside a temple built of Trust