A withered tree, lonesome on the hill top
Desperately waits for the death of winter...
Tarnished salt drops cascading,
Revealing cryptic confessions...
Under drifting night clouds
a lone wolf howls...
Pumping pedals to the beat of my heart
Up, down, up and down...
Empty darkness
Surrounds me...
She moves across the watery edge
Over moors and through the trees...
In the battle between heart and mind,
the winner's depicted by the man inside...
*Written for those kids who are slaves or treated...
Desolate In Your Absence
Longing For Your Kiss...
My fight against Multiple Sclerosis...
Life's coming together
Emotions smoothing out...
If I could hold love in my hand
To help you see and understand...