On this day it happened
On this very day
On this day you left this earth
Greeted the heavens with your new
On this day the mystery began

When I sit down to spill out some
My heart flies as free as the bird
When I sit down and pour out my s
I fill the parts of me that are un
When I sit down and think of your

What can I do...
To get away from you?
Where can I hide
From my heart’s pride?
She wants what she wants...

I am a poet, a dreamer of men.
I am an artist, a painter of sin.
I am a singer of woes,
Of life’s highs and lows.
I am a believer in the mystical,

1.2.3...
Counting the centuries
4.5.6...
the caves and carvings the creatur
7.8.9...