Her elegant frame stole my sight
A glamour of golden hues in deepest night...
Ill always try
No matter if I die...
Feelings are for pathetic fools
They get you nothing...
Forgive me lord
I think I sinned...
I didn’t pick this life
It was chosen for me...
The English language to me
Is something deadly and scary...
Stars, stars.
Burning little stars, oh how they break my heart...
The historic charm of this old town calls to me
Buried in the hills just below Jefferson’s house...
The house is beginning
to echo now...
People pushed you down.
They are laughing but you aren’t the clown...
Dancing with the rhythm
Of the Universe...
Crisp snowflakes twirl like dancers
Two turtle doves in the tall oak tree smiling at...