In Job Corps now |
When I saw you
Under the Moonlight...
Truth Brings...
The light of my passion...
Looking in the mirror
The wounds still hurt...
On many dark nights,
The howl...
Looking in the mirror
The wounds still hurt...
As My Wiccan Heart
The Magi-ck truth...
Truth Brings...
The light of my passion...
When I saw you
Under the Moonlight...
Friendship is not a cricle but a web. |
We men are not immature....We just like to play with our inner child way too much. |
No one is prefect...except Nature herself |