She's two weeks postpartum
No you cannot tell...
You are my destiny,
my truth, my life...
Every man has his own song
his own book...
She might be old
with a sagging skin...
Your head is bowed in reverence
You touch my feet and worship...
Every day the pulley
would come up or down...
When you feel that you are not enough,
For your dreams...
This desolate night
White puff balls float down...
When time slows down
When packing your vehicle for a much deserved...
I can't forget you
That secret spot in my mind...
Flame
You can call me sparky and that's no malarkey, I...
Sheeple!
We hear your call, see your tears...