I wrote this poem for a friend of mine.. he gave...
On two simple farms...

*note this is written from a murder's point of...
Lead down a deep dark tunnel...

A picture is worth a thousand words,
thats what they've said for years...

I see their painted on faces,
their eyes burn into my soul...

You don't see the angel falling,
no one could hear her cries...

It happens every time,
over and over again...

The tiny sparkling strand,
glistens in the morning sun...

If I just died today,
would anybody care...

It takes a lot of guts,
To write what’s deep inside...

I am the number lower than one,
the only number who's not any fun...

The world outside my window,
is an ever changing place...

It's never going to work,
no matter how much I try...