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MENDOTAMarthaElsaNever ForgetDecemberOarsTreasure to beholdAlways
MENDOTA Ch. 1 - SundaySUNDAY OCTOBER 14TH - HEAD OF THE ROCKI have never been so confused in my entire life.I'm on the ground now; my eyes are shut tight and my head is engulfed in a terrible pain."Hailey?" I sit up, my hands hold the back of my head and I slowly open my eyes. "Hailey?" All I can see is the rigger of a boat nearly toughing a wooden dock. Rain is pouring. "Are you alright?" a male voice asks and I can see that it is the dock master. I realize what is going on and I scramble to my feet. My head is throbbing. "Umm...Yeah, I guess." I manage to respond; I even add in an attempted smile as I put the gunnel of the boat back on to my shoulder."Now are you sure?" a high-pitched female voice asks. It is the same voice that was calling me earlier. "To row?" I look out at the Rock River in front of me. "It's too late to back out now." I reply. My feet edge towards the side of the dock and my boatmates and I lift the four above our heads only to place the boat in the swirling grey water near our fe
EverythingI lost everything onceWhen I started outI was just like youI had many supporting brothers and sistersI had all the guidence and hope I neededI was happyBut what happens when things start to fade away?What happens when your second family begins to drift?What happens when guidence and hope slowly disappear?All you can do is prayAnd attempt to live in a bubble of your own false happinessThinking that you still have is good enoughAnd that the bare minimums are all you needI sat it that seat onceI had lost more than you had ever wonI watched as one by oneMy inspirationMy hopeThose who I loved walked out the doorAnd disappeared with the warm spring airI had everything last MarchBut I died last April
PerfediaAll those words I never saidLost in PerfediaLonging for blue skiesNow all I see is greyLonging for sunAll I feel is rainWanting for there to be an usNow it's only meWaiting for hours upon daysDays upon weeksTo hear your footsteps come from around that cornerTo see the beautiful darknessOf your midnight brown hairThe gentleness of your warm sepia eyesAnd the eternal youth of your smileBut you never cameAnd I take my heart back with a sighBut Perfedia said good-bye