I think
that fostering a sense...
(Verse 1)
In the morning light, she's my guiding star...
Earth bound, tied to who I am!
No brush to canvas to releases the emotions...
Two birds perched pretty upon a branch by
the quiet stream. The jungle deep in the lush...
Can't hear your voice, but
Vibrations ripple through me...
Summers come and go,
body aches worsen daily...
You will say what you
did not want to say, about...
Time is spiral film
a reel...
It was not a glass menagerie of thorns
it was a a flower house...