The world was harsh and dismal,
Weighty storms upon times clock...
It's a bumper box of Belgian chocs.
It's a bowl of wholesome pasta...
here
we are...
There is not much with strength nor breath
Or beauty which is within our clasp...
.
creation...
Today
Is just a...
He is only six
But he knows more than any other kid...
There is no solace
neither in Heaven nor in Hell my beautiful Love...
Hate
abhor, detest...
Being poised
in ups and downs...
The desire inside realities eyes,
Staring into peoples dreams...
One story to hide the world,
I've shown you before...