You would sometimes talk to me
And make me feel glad...

It hurts me so to watch you go
But it tears me apart, when you don't take notice...

He filmed many creatures
On many occassions He put his life in danger...

You say you love me, you say you respect
Then why have I been a leftover and a reject...

At times I know not of myself
I'm worn out, put me on the shelf...

As I remember the unpleasant and think
Without warning, flashbacks come in a blink...

Love, a great misunderstanding in life
A strong, desirable feeling...

A trumpet from Czechoslovakia flies in
He comes out of the plane tired and seeks an inn...

If the world comes to the end
The earth about to rend...

I think to myself over in vain
Is this truly a world God made...

There is no such thing as no evil
As we live in this sinful world...

The field is lit with bright light
The grass cut to perfection...