Theres a chance,
Theres a song...
One little candle
Burning bright...
Starting over again,
Do you think it's too late...
I want to live in hippie dresses,
skirts and scarves, with...
I sit beneath an old oak tree
There are tears running down my face...
What is this life if full of care
We have no time to stand and stare...
Two little fingers
playing little game...
The last stroke
presented a piece of art...
Is darkness beauty?
Or guilty pleasure...
I was alone in a Mini bus,
marooned in an ashen sea. A half-open...
Against the wind ,Against the wall, Against the...
and through it all. We all have struggles, must...
They could never understand,
what you set out to do...