I am nervous
Because I have...

Mama always say smile to visitors
I'm quite accustomed to that...

I know your own doubts have misled you
To think that you are a nobody...

When your soft lips brush against mine, it's like...
It's a moment that always takes my breath away...

Playing Sherlock, one day in his crazy life
He decided to deduce, deduce, deduce...

Of the many wars I face
The hardest of them all...

You came home that day
With three little baskets...

You are not water,
maybe one day when your bed turns cold...

War is a commodity, by which we live
A product we all produce and sell...

The sight of grandma
in her slow walk towards the sink...

There was once a purple pig
Little puddles it did dig...

Every single time the pen
scratches its tip against the paper...