uncharted water: out where everyone else knows the way ... Does it matter if I am on top of the world Or just litter tossed by the wayside of this sin-clad earth ... When the heart rips and you can't hear those distant few offering words of comfort in your ear ... I have forgotten how these sides of the morning taste; coffee, how nice it would be if not for these salty tears ... I love the mornings with the fog That herald the mysterious dawn Confirming the unknowingness of the day ahead ... Offer your hand to support We are family on this rock ... A good friend who is always willing to help me take care of something too big for one to handle.