I slowly flip through the pages,
some are not quite filled...
When tomorrow starts without me,
and I'm not there to comfort you...
A life has it's secrets,
Like a girl hiding in lies...
Gazing at the charcoal waves, brings melancholies...
Through the dark there came a star that shines on...
I am from vinyards
Of red, white and pink...
Yield the stage for `a capella;
my friends all warm my dressing room...
You may look at me with eyes askew
With tears parting lips heavy thoughts accrue...
.....................................Lies
................................Concealed...
Disguised, I hide deep inside my tough crunchy...
Peel my outer sun-burned layers off and reveal my...
I do not have
A guiltless soul...
In his mind, the special kind
Voices call his name at times...
When lovely morn comes back again
she wil ! Oh will she sing again...