Spring has sprung
and the attack...
She looked through the window
and saw an outer light...
I shed off my emotions
crowned myself with pride...
On a fence made of iron a man hung his boot
he was tall with a beard that had grown to his...
These past few years have been tough
These past few years have been rough...
This is not something i want to do
i'd like to shed the dirt and start anew...
To makeup a differences,
is to makeup of time...
A blooming flower,
with beautiful buds...
I wasn't doing anything,
just floating on the ocean...
I am music
my mother is soul...
My life is a mess of fear
I can laugh,smile, walk, talk...
I dream of her,
with a belly swollen...