How often do you dream,
A prince charming of your own...

Our family has so little,
But we couldn't care less...

Another year have come and gone,
And you're still standing here today...

Broken souls gathered here,
Process of ponderous mending...

Sweet caresses of the night.
A seductive whisper there...

The blue ink that flow so freely,
Paints a picture of insanity's sane...