There she is her velvet skin
eyes like that of a precious gem...

The ring of the clock,
The move of the hand...

Blood like fire, quick to spread.
drag me deeper under head...

I sit upon this heightened ridge,
The sight of battle makes me cringe...

They say that rules are there to help,
Well i say we can help ourselves...

If creation began with a pen,
I imagine it began like this...

When summers warmth heats the streets and i can...
I long for the river from where i grew up...

I have a family I can depend on
And a man that lights my fire...

I was worried you were a gift to big for me for a...
I told myself what if i cant, maybe I'm not...

As i Sit her waiting.
I know its you i miss...