Conviction of being
Your own prisoner...

Autumn leaves
Fall, sweet October feeling, I feel...

Early mornin sunrise
Night still clings to the hills and mountains...

Midnight skies
Glittery heaven...

Wishing on a star
Blow out 18 candles all wishing for one thing...

Faded jeans
Hugging every curve of my body...

Canât sleep, laying here
Eyes open, thoughts flowing...

Sweet star
Bright and alluring...

Jazzy music fills me, completes me
Eases the past...

A sweet song in my heart
Causing my mind to flow...

All you wanted was to feel
To face who you saw when you look into the mirror...

Who we were
We were young and naive...