The young man looked up to the old,
And the old man remembered his track...
Its my last call, the curtain is closing. my life...
You sit yourself on a chair and stare in the...
Smile pretty and forget the flaws dear...
I remember my childhood's winters,
The window catches the steam...
My brain is shaped in stanzas
Composed to mark an end to mental slavery...
Life,is like a garden of flowered
Each day joy blooms,then laughter from another...
Lost in the blue October sky,
Within the sweet by and by...
The desert is dripping with dew,
Tiny life giving drops dripping...
I am a man of many faces.
I am a man of many fates...
I've crawled through a thicket called my darkness
wounded by something far greater than myself. I...
At times our lives are set to change
Through no fault of our own range...
I ask you, because there was no one else to...
Will you come to me, like a gust of wind...