Standing stripped of all pretension,
proudly I'm prepared to state...

You and I are old souls, young at heart.
You and I have a will that writes our dreams...

You are the focus of my preening,
the lifting sunrise to my own love...

Clenched fists smash into an astonished face,
as blood splashes, punches increase in pace...

They stared across the tableâ??minds...
And one could tell they\'d grown accustomed to...

The gently tapered wings of swift lake swallows...
through the air like soft whispering sighs, while...

I'm grateful for the silent time
To think and make a plan...

A day away,
A day gone by...

O' still the night stars shine so bright
on the trail to the place you'll be...

Imprisoned by restrictions
My spirit in peril...

A sparkling Christmas tree is just a tree for...
Decorations cast no magic, only conceal...

I wish to live
And cease to exist...