This is the aftermath, of ten months ago
It started out simple, an honest true love...

Each of us searching
Who could we be...

Each a little
Eacha plight...

Dear Angelique,
I know I love you...

Why do we live
Destined to die...

In our lives we all know fear
IN our lives we shall all know pain...

No matter situation
I face my pride...

In the sky
Of this very night...

This is a subject, that is mankind's best friend
Unknown in your youth but a vacant stare...