There is a used, Withered coat Hanging in that wardrobe Holes Run through it
No direction No certainty Only questions I Wonder what will come next My thoughts are fidgeting all arou…
Incredible is my mother She is kind like no other A pure Angel is nothing compared… Beautiful and fraich as dew, Enchantress
Light is her name She is precious like gold Luckier than Fortuna, Always outruning fate Flames blaze from her eyes
This evening I look at the Sky I see a burst of magnificent colou… And I realize there’s something I Had not seen…
I stare at the mirror All I see is a Monster When have I started to become This horrifying wraith? Like Dorian Gray
Dew is covering my garden, As an invitation to open my eyes Virtuous nature that thinks of me Irresistibly I am drove to you, Devoted and delighted
The Lily of the Valley Blossoms beautifully Its fragance is light and fresh But poison runs through its veins, A dark side it surely hides
Nothing particular to this shirt, Juste an old piece of fabric One might say But to me it’s a rare and precious item
He is of the men you see eveyday A nice fellow working his way But you don’t know him like I do As what defines him is virtue You would’t believe how many times
Pain radiates from my shoulders As I am carrying the whole world I imagine others hurting Like it could ease my pain But it won’t ever go away
The water Falls in a mellow harmony Helping me to clear my mind And direct the current of my thoug… I close my Eyes
How many times Can I take no for an answer? Knowing you want me But are too afraid to love Disapointment
Tears rolling down my cheeks I am sad Tired, Of torturing my mind Wondering
I’m flying Lighter than air Swirling with autumn leaves Golden brown, Yellow,