She was a strega:
I saw her making magic...
Rainbows whisper grace
As your sweet presence shines bright...
I wish I was there
to dry your tears...
I know you may not understand
So I'd like to help you to...
Have anyone seen my father
That is his bicycle right there...
Each day is getting harder
as the nights are getting longer...
Her wrinkles are starting to settle on her face
But she doesn't want it to show...
Has the heart of gold
Acts as though he's so strong...
Dying Girl
Slowly Dying...
I miss you, I miss you
I miss you...
I can't stop my pen from writing
about you, and your unstoppable...
Speak child, speak for my words are stuck in my...
They cut out my soul and synthesize my dying...