The ever spinning beauty that whimsically falls...
Their priding gazes and spiraling manes vivify the...
Reflections can be
cruel. They reveal the monsters...
A naive Pollyana looking for the American dream
when my opinion seeps out you get the american...
They were there when your born
when you were first moved to scorn...
A reflection unfinished in a mirror threatening to
shatter...
A walk in the sun sounds so nice,
For once I now enjoy my life...
Your daughter's marriage
if it works you win a son...
When you have an idea of what you want to...
I love with all I have and fear that it isn't...
Great and powerful is he
who breathed life's breath into me...
We all have problems, it seems to be
We all want something we cannot see...
You and I are alike, we have a pulse trying
and footprints guiding us forward...