I was only 8,
how could you do this to me...
No more students vacant looks,
No more, Oh I forgot my books...
Behind a dusty bookcase
Covered in cobwebs...
Time begins to grow short
We all start to move along...
On day she just decides to think,
To leave her friends just for a day...
True perfection is spoken no more plainly than in...
this is not a depiction of beauty on his canvas...
Human Nature
A petal danced upon the wind...
Growing up not in a good
Nor bad neighborhood...
--*Drink with the world!*--
One more sip to take me away...
Such a young lad, whom was caught in the path of...
A journey so long, a life so young and new...
I drive east into the rising sun
in the morning on my way to work...
Sifting shadows bathe the forest floor
In a swathe of darkness...