Everyone has a battle
in which they must face...
When the storm seems never-ending
and the winding road too long...
7weeks i spend dead in my own close casket, no...
Walking tall with her purse in hand
A refreshing breeze waking her hair...
Metamorphosis
butterflies beauty excels...
What people think
I usually don't care...
You re-installed peace within me
When you fixed the imbalance in my heart...
Everything has a time and a place
Over time things must change...
Slipping through your fingers now
the mask that you've been wearing...
UP AND DOWN
AND ALL AROUND...
White;
purity...
I love the way you hold her at night
the way her father should\'ve done so right...