Ichabod's p.o.v
Drifting elsewhere, your footsteps are untraceable
It will make no difference if I speak so I should just surrender
Falling from grace
Faith grows weak fast
Even if I trust you, you will let me down
Rinse yourself and please come clean before the dawn
Eyes of lost hope, a long dead ghost
Nevertheless dust
Church of the nativity
Exceptional bright star
Red bleeding heart of mine
Timeless unwavering devotion
A random act of kindness
It will make no difference if I promise to be your friend and stay with you until the end because you will never change
Nectar of encouraging words
Tender mercies
Your swansong, a carousel ride, one last chance to prove me wrong tonight