There you are you shine so bright you give my...
there you are a burning flame...
I'm just a plain girl
At the age of fifteen...
These faces; I don't know them
Those books - why are they here...
Frederick the Great
Born a crown Prince of Prussia...
A crisp sheet of paper and a pen
My mind searches for emotions to write...
Come see
The shoes on the wire...
Wandering feet parading through life
Pitifull voices complaining of strife...
Asbestos eyes and death breathe mist
The midgets gazed and hissers hissed...
As I enter your room
That hidden stage for your mime...
Saying sorry can sometimes be tough
People don\'t say sorry quite enough...
Ice cold hands
Claw at your face...
If we could express what we feel with 'language...
Would we express our mind, or soul with our whole...