I know how hard it is to you.
However, the harsh is almost true...

I had a feeling of passionate love
That drove me to secrets I never feared...

Tomorrow I shall die
Tomorrow I shall live...

Days have organized their ways
With wretchedness and with pain...

Words linger in my head scared to rise,
when seraphs flew down from skies...

Amid the fire of my fear,
Amid the flavor of a wounded child...

Tic tic tic goes the rounded thing
And you go with it my Mr. King...

Times have passed
And passed have times...

I shall ascertain a secret I said before
It wasn't the era you walked out my door...

Pale was the morning of sweet lonesome smiles
yet it was a gaze of a touch no one ever denies...

Strong arms writing a phrase
Trembling like the old scary days...

Role the days of my entire life,
And I find no hole of joy and gay...