Quickly your face contorts.
Moving around the warts...

Come young warrior, to the lands of old,
A place of which many a story has been told...

People fill the pews
Just to hear the news...

As I lie in this bed
I heard sounds and they hurt me...

Feel better my love.
Soar like a newly freed dove...

Take your parents’ loving hands
And go willingly to the pool...

On the carousel at midnight
I see blank faces in the twilight...

The prettiest gun ever seen,
The greatest weapon that had ever been...

I’m walking and I’m crying,
My heart is almost done dying...

A boy with passion so powerful
That his heart burned...

Nero took it upon himself to start the fire,
He turned Rome into one big funeral pyre...

Goldilocks walked in through the bears...
The whole day had been such a bore...