Once my fingers touch that key
images and words reveal to me...
My feelings are like a ship
They take much time to halt...
I love it when it rains
no one can tell if I'm crying...
I dream of a life
filled with happiness and sun shine...
I guess you can say we still got spunk
Even though we're growing old and gray...
How can it be a crime?
To try and set words to rhyme...
Another dull and darkened night
My hands are folded in perfect unison...
The rhythm
the rhythm...
This cloud
Can feel invisible...
Always...
I'm lying around...
It's been four years
Since I've been home...
It's long...get over it...